Sunday morning a cube of love 'n' hate

blowing with the wind,
the colorfull carpet...
whiteness below us,
and we inside,

the witnesses of meaning.

People around just lieing,
staring,
there is a war out there
people are dieing everywhere

but who actually cares?

the sun is rising...
we got our MOYO rising...
Just keep rising...

And blowing with that one,
even if we donot want to,
even if we got Jack.
...

People R a bunch of a cow

...
eating, sniffing, drinking,
hoping,
dreaming,

but mostly...
still eating
...