The Difference

The sky is getting dark
Embalming the day without emotion
And the people all walk around
Without noticing the creeping dark
This is just the way things are
No point in pointing out
That up above in the censored sky
There are naked stars;
Everyone knows
This utterly useless truth
That night comes after the day
And all of the changes
They don't mean nothing.
Nothing to the muezzin
Nothing to the imam
Nothing to the towers
In which I spend my days working
Believing in a superstition
Called the better future;
Thus one should be glad
That today means nothing to him
Meaninglessness is a bliss
For those who are free
And for those who understand
That life and death
They're one and the same.