Cosmic Sight

We’re living an age of sadness And are the germs of the disease We dare on the edge of the balance Further from us we cannot see : All consists in wax and wane All consists in raise and fall If the mind could make one step back We’d get the moon’s sight We are born an under-race Waiting for “anyone saves” Through the time we’ve lost the faith We’re drowning in the wave All consists in wax and wane All consists in raise and fall My microscope made of light Gives me the space sight