What if everything here and there
is just the opposite - a put-up affair?
What if we finally not live to die,
however life is death and truth is lie?
What if truth becomes dream instead
and all that is behind is now ahead?
What if soap-bubbles remain forever
and people who are resolute now haver?
What if all birds are forced to walk
and suddenly the mute one can talk?
What if progress turns at once to regress
and after the "α" everything is endless?
What if noise is the sweetest melody
and clowns seem as masters of severity?
What if you can fight water with fire
and a jute bag is the finest attire?
What if all plants grow bottom down
and the earth is left black and alone?
So what if everything is nothing
and the poor is now the new king?
is just the opposite - a put-up affair?
What if we finally not live to die,
however life is death and truth is lie?
What if truth becomes dream instead
and all that is behind is now ahead?
What if soap-bubbles remain forever
and people who are resolute now haver?
What if all birds are forced to walk
and suddenly the mute one can talk?
What if progress turns at once to regress
and after the "α" everything is endless?
What if noise is the sweetest melody
and clowns seem as masters of severity?
What if you can fight water with fire
and a jute bag is the finest attire?
What if all plants grow bottom down
and the earth is left black and alone?
So what if everything is nothing
and the poor is now the new king?