There are numbers, letters
The Yin, the Yang
Books, theories of big, of bang
Fear, the other her, him, us
There are frost forecasts in mid-August
There's heaven, its opposite
Those who breathe and those who pump air
There are "yes", "no"
The pffft, the "huh huh, I uh good"
The "shh" there are our parents' dreams
There's everything we know then
Everything that suits us
There's the head, the heart, the belly
But there's also what we
Have between our legs
There's, There's what you've been told
That it's better to be
What you can, what you want
All the maybes
There are these legends that are told
And those that are silent
But silent heroes also count

There's the conquest of space
There's this earth with a view of infinity
There are masters and slaves
And chains that have become invisible
There are paper philosophers
Who make theorems on the wind
Others who act
Fight for what they believe in
These new Don Quixotes who
Fight with wind turbines
There's an excess of pity
Expertise in extreme sadness
There are wars and servile beasts
For whom extermination is just an exercise
There are half-empty glasses
And cups that are too full
Those that empty but touch the earth
These drifting bottles that
Taste sea water
And these free beings who touch the sky

There are these people highlighted
But there are also shadows that shine
There are funereal silences
But there are also silences that scream
There are these kings with crowns of thorns
There are those with diamond crowns
But given how the devil disguises himself
It's up to you to tell me, to
Your opinion, which of the two
Will end up in peace
There's time passing, then slowing down
Screens that tyrannize hearts
And poorly filled brains
Sure, there's the right to run away and
That's what most people do
They hide behind
Pretend occupations
Those who get rich
In the end they think they can buy everything
Dreams, hearts
Soul mate and even their damn cowardice
There's good, evil, the saint
The Grail, the fake, the true
The worthy of being celebrated
The grains of sand that jam
This brainwashing machine
There are false starts
The so-called arrivals
There are straight lines and there are
"Ready? Boom! Go!"
There's the beauty of art
The powdered nostrils
There are the little hits and there are
The real crrrr burned ones
There are the orphans who
Abandon to hell
But there are the names we give
To cyclones and storms
There is the futile, there are tons of ink
There is useful knowledge
There is conditioning

You, You huh?
You, You

There's the tic, the tac, the years go by
The sun that will soon rise in the West
Apparently there is the succession of prophets
There are those who look for signs
And those who wait
The magic wand of
Tinkerbell there is the reign of nothing
There are the Twin Towers
There are human beings
And human resources
There are the facts and that
No one can deny them
There are revolutionaries and
There are master quenelliers
There are pawns, queens, kings
The madmen
The worlds, the circles, the straight lines
The curves
The monsters, the "she", the "me"
The "us"
But you, you I don't see you, where are you?

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