I am as empty as you
no talent for reality
money, mortgage, plans
mortgage sounds like morgue to me
it’s the fear of death which killed us
our spirit
but this emptiness loves you
it cares about you
no need to worry then
before it was
a grey-hate black madness
this emptiness is alive now somehow
and your voice is everything
let’s believe in it
you are the first person
who was able to
achieve anything in it
and even when I’m angry
it doesn’t mean a thing
love or climate change
love
please come back from the extinction
please