Amadeus

I’d rather not know tomorrow’s weather, so I’m going without an umbrella.
If it’s tears falling like rain, I’ll rewrite it into a lie that’s too gentle.
Fragments of the sky locked in a box won’t fit into the puzzle of the future.
Endless reasoning spits out noise,
Even logic that deceives the gods leads to that promised place.

We don’t even know the universe,
The gate to zero is opening up.
Everything turns into particles,
If the sky can be reborn,
Even distant spirits and consciousness
Will connect and show themselves.
That time, that place,
Your time will start again.