Rotten teeth
Swallen lips
They dare to say
What the mind don't speak

Broken voice
Shattered ego
Headless chicken
Muzungu is here

Constant need
To repair a soul
Live driving split
Of brain and gut

Red leather seats
Lights are off
She has the license
A bucket filled with blood

What was once fact
Is now illusion
Don't fall into confusion
Embrace the doubt

Sudden flash
Crying for help
The thirst of wisdom
Is paid with age

When all is clear
Name the actors
Play in the white canvas
Find structure in the stage

Dots
Lines and balls
Movement and dolls, 
All shaken in the cage
Before the dice are rolled

Drawn all the lines to find the structure
None of them links me to my nature
A gap that scales the deepest lecture
A void that pulls the biggest creature

Void
Empty, bored
Freed of rational connections
But conscious of my flow

Don't try no
Bernoulli is good on paper but computers are slow
Dad don't talk these humble words
Infinite imagination and progress says go

Time
Dark, light
Time
Makes a dot a line

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