Anti Asceticism

I am not looking for peace
Deep inside of me
In an ascetic flight
That a meaning does not have
I don't picture myself
At the edge of the world
Towards the otherworldly
Towards a deeper meaning

My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
Empty
Lakes
And without
My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
This are
Strange
And fucked times

What i have always seen
For sure is not immensity
But is only an inkling
Of a great vast ambiguity
Now i have lost the meaning
Of my life and
I don't know why
Writing thousands of words
About an era that now is gone

My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
Empty
Lakes
And without
My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
This are
Strange
And fucked times

My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
Empty
Lakes
And without
My wings
Are now
Clipped from inside
This are
Strange
And fucked times