Reckless you try
To guard your lies
Streaming forth your floods of deteriorating
Quasi-intellectual pride!

Storming outside you window is what
You are looking for
But the blinders have been shut by
Those before you

Reaching further you say
But I only see the same circle
Surrounding your house

Hard work won't pay off in this

Gathering like fools, excluding
When I myself only see that the more
I speak - the less people perceive