Life’s a game of hide and seek, seek yourself deep underneath
the skin, you will surely find within all your sorrows, all your sins,
all your screams and all your pain, all the shadows that remain.
Life’s a game of laugh and smiles, ponder well, my dear child,
what you chose is what you are! Will you laugh in face of pride,
will you dance and will you glide on your happy long existence
through the fate so good, for instance, for a God not for your flesh?
Just remember, my child. Nothing is what it seems to be, and, at the same time, to be is nothing. To exist is nothing but a name, a simple word. Why do we exist? Why do you exist? Because something that is beyond your or even my power of comprehension has created you.
My sick, morbid, old, beautiful mind. .