A queue in the Zoo

Most are bored, some are new

The need to hurry is the standing in the queue

Like a disguise

To the Beauty of life

Still waiting

Determinating

The most have no Time

I guess Thats their purpose,

but they will all be fine

And some seem to be dammned

But we will all ascend in the end

It's like fence the anger and the doubt

It needs to be shattered by defence

And we are Lost stepping out

Where do we find peace

While we are all Rivers and thiefs

Between the outgrown and the young

The naive and the numb

and the bestial

The Soul is celestial

Laughting and loving

And longing so innocently

Like one of these Staues sitting patiently, but with emphatie on a Building

Resisting Them all

Understanding and Loving

Lost to the wall