where the sun goes

mans turns into dust

if hurry he must

man is struck blind

if he can't find

what life to him gives

through holes in a sieve

leaves on a tree

no more are free

the world is no more

if lost is the door

nothing's the same

without life's frame

take one on one:

the world's overrun

now can't you feel

the problem's real

if man doesn't fly