There is so much stuff
inside all of us:
Something was created
by ourselves,
Other came from outside,
thoroughly, suddenly
or in a fuss.
And we are loading
and loading up...
The explosive mixture
of the good and bad
but we don't care
about that.
Look at the laboratory
test tubes:
Everything was clear there:
this is arsenic, this is glucose,
But how, how, how
It's out of control now?
Where's the truth?
Whom to trust?
It seems only to your
Kitchen measuring glass
With marks:
100g of sugar, 50g of salt...
Because those who kill you
These days,
Don't carry Colts.