By the cleaning of the skies humanities lost in disguise.
Feeling a burden in this life, the need to get out, out, out of here.
Where my friend? There's no air besides the conscious of
breathing it by your own means. Losing the individual strings
and getting in others head is not the way to be.
No space and so there is drugs, games and televisions.
Internet is the new world for if you get without her for just a day
you'll find how out of time you have become from your fellow man.
Madness in a blink of an eye or in some gentle sound of discomfort.
To get beyond feeling yourself finally and then having to come back...
Sanity is in the individual head. If you take out the individual from
the head you get moral and status quo sanity.
Needless to say that that is insane...for the system is insane.  

To hear a bird sing and be thankful for it is all we need to know life.

To appreciate what we have and not want more just for fun is the base for a sane life.

All around people look and try to find but there's nothing to find besides you.
From then on you'll find others and the world will turn to you as a flower that blooms.

The mind in chaos of doubts and decisions is a machine of self-destruction.
So, the best we have at our hands is the possibility of creation, imagination and creativity.
Art to give life.
Art to share life.
Art of living.

That's it, now go for it.