Through out all the symphonies
Of joy, freedom and positivities
Lies a darker path called truth
Games of mindfields
Resting in a sleepy fog
Always second thought
First thought implies harmonies
Crying on dry sound
Laughing on solid creativity
Still missing information
For knowledge is numb
Inspiration of rules
Where emptiness
Is all what we ever found
Trying to recognize things
Like patterns of liquid noise
Echoes in your mind
What we really hear
Is the reflection of our mind
The synthesizer of therapy
Only works without the strings