Début de roman-shonen-pas-Bleach

In the boundary of non-sense

What is love, what is pain ?
Why a dove under the rain ?
Am I mad, crazy, insane ?
Do I still have my own brain ?

Can we all become killers
If fallen in deep deception ?
Do all questions have answers
And every answer a question ?

I do not claim, neither complain,
I live in the uncertain.
No one knows.

If words are one's bows then one's quiver is empty...
But don't despair !
If truth isn't, there's beauty !
The loud mist that --- enlightened --- vanishes into thin air
Revealing the mounts and valleys and the endless song of robins,
The titanic forest that gets a view of the verdant collins.
How it strikes the spirit,
Hits the spirit !
No one sensible to this will ever want to handle it.

The sublime waters are so because known not to be grasped.
The sand is that inspiring because it is not to be clasped.
Why cannot Mankind do so towards the concept of truth,
With the Nature declare a truce,
Stop trying to get too much and start attempting to settle,
With principle the "simple" ?