No more spirits, no more gods,
The only thing is biologic matter moving.
All the same: bone, brain and guts.
Nothing that cannot be denied 
Or backward, proven.

Worries and feelings,
How do [bad word] and why?
We can't see this, despite the sense they rise
(from childhood to demise).
My inner life,
Can it be classified
Via mind types,
By scholar misanthropes defined?

Ask yourself, can this be real,
That [bad word] imagination
 Is a gift of great ones?
Are our thoughts and all we feel
Only reflections of 
Unformulated crass wants?

I, does it exists?
Is it a curse or bliss?
Can we explore self deeply?
Is faith in mankind
Too arrogant and blind,
If there are just needs sleeping?

Worries and feelings,
How do [bad word] and why?
We can't see this, despite the sense they rise
(from childhood to demise).
My inner life,
Can it be classified
Via mind types,
By scholar misanthropes defined?

Ask yourself, can this be real,
That [bad word] imagination 
Is a gift of great ones?
Are our thoughts and all we feel
Only reflections 
of unformulated crass wants?

I, does it exists?
Is it a curse or bliss?
Can we explore self deeply?
Is faith in mankind
Too arrogant and blind,
If there are just needs sleeping?

Only one chance left
To keep the mystery's depth:
That one head can't cognize the other.