Metamorphoses

Every error is a former truth
An antidote against solitude
A milestone in our becoming's path
Left behind for those ahead

A truth lasts like a pair of shoes
Unless you're a bum but if life you choose
You'll have to change a lot of shoes
A full circle is a storage of faults.

Amidst the daily futilities
We have recoursed to intensity
For lack of destiny.

Fact - a minus of illusion
Instincts fade along with fiction.
The cold considering lucidity
Shows a compromised vitality.

Music love and drunkenness
Means of learning to forget
Paradise is a place to hide
For dullness to fructify.

We are starting with abel's strength
But traffic gets us into cain's depth
Dumping values we've depend
They're just a watch on a dead mans hand.