Progressive Life

Close your eyes and sqeeze the temples by your hands
Feel the pulse as the ideas press your brains
Your sight flies in labyrinthes of emptiness
The side of madness is not seen by you.

And veins burn and pressure climbs on your eyes
The way is moment,the heart breathesas the hearth
And fire flames in the soul,but doesn't burn
Confusion disappeared awareness is here it is inside with me

My world is not closed,it grows
The pricess goes on,but brains are tired
From actions which are imposed by life
We shall spit with blood,but not to life.