Searching for a backdoor,
To the universe’s thumb.
Begging her to let me push
On her levers,
Please, I beg, grant me a luxurious fate.

Let me be the special one.
Let me deny the truth of death.
Universe pick me,
The holy one,
Let me never die.

All that has been before,
All that walks after.
Has lived,
And died.

But still we beg her
for some other way.
Making crazy
Inside our minds.