"Wierzylem w coś Bez tego ciężko żyć Marzyłem też Wolno było marzyć Nie chciałem być taki jak ci ludzie Co tylko biorą nie dając nic ..."
"I believed in something It's hard not to I dreamed a lot too It was allowed to I didn't want to be like those who take not giving..."
Song of a Polish rock band TSA titled "Alien" (own translation)
It’s not quite A single crack On otherwise Perfect And wholesome Concept Of percived Socio-existencial Reality
It’s not enough Making a dent In your Spiritural Iron-domes Like tents Pretending To be caves
It is to say „Fuck it” The most powerwful Yet surely The shortest Prayer of a man Whose Entire hope Stays with Infantile believing That love One day Shall be delivered
So he keep punching
In the past He would break the mirrors Literally In a vain Attempt To destroy The unworthy reflections Of his Currently acquired Identities Or Might have been To break through And find on the other side The truest of his Alter-egos But finding only Emptiness Fuelled with Vodka
Now it’s different Glass Remains unbroken And he even Smiles At that Unfortunate creature Of so wondering Eyes He has learnt That hatred Can always Punch back So, he keeps the distance Knowing The difference Between Physical And … Litteral The meaning
He still aims though Not at the perfection Not at happiness The goal Is not even satisfaction He does not wait For reciprocation Nor gratitude He goes deeper And deeper Crossing The surface Of every larger Mental mirror He finds Popping and bubble Of desire Knowing that any Values Enchanted in them Would soon get sour And rotten And forgotten
But he just wonders What is At the end Of that rabbit hole We call The life Can he Find some love Somewhere Deeper there Or just the Demonic laughter Of The Sardonic Master … He should just rest With No-mind So we shall
