Enamored its all is
Desire to become the goal
To sense the again state, to lean you, to lean itself on the other hand
Enjoy the outlook
Believe to be able to hold no knowledge the condition
To suck, to exclude and use
Good egoism, wanted given egoism, that presently
I give you the egoism
Use it and would lean is you on, it my will
It seems to not to become yield
It remains hard and pushes itself against your back
And presses you further towards the top
You cannot reach the goal
There is no goal that lead gates towards the top in the endless, no satisfaction
Ignore vertigo feelings, view just out of, would stare, would stare straight ahead
That you float
Do you sense correctly?
Pure conceit?
It is correct – it is egoism
