Idealism
Our virtue of the inexperience
The only receptacle that they left for us
Where our ideal hides
Someone to accuse, to blame

Idealism, solitude the fear of the death
Idealism, fantasies the dream of the death

Searching for a guilty
Searching for a ideal

Destined to wander for eternity
Our reverie, our search, our key
Dreams, chimeras, fantasies, fictions
Reveries of a sickening soul

Imagination, solitude and the fear of the death
Imagination, vision that we have in cry

Searching for a guilty
Searching for a ideal

Being conscious to kill
Being conscious to feel

Are only fantasies of our mind?
Are only illusions of our life?

Keep walking…