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