Antidote

Here's to the fear
For keeping us alert
And here's to sleep
For making understand

Here's to the crowning roots
(Placing us nowhere)
Here's to the laughable wings
(Taking us nowhere)

Here's to the eve
Of the day which will never come
And here's to retreat
To ease the pain

Here's to resistance
(Laughing at outselves)
Here's to defeat
How dare you come to late?

The cup is empty
Shall be filled no more
And all the thirsty
Can now approach...

The antidote