Black book
It's tortured by fears 
and doubts
It does not cease to resist

It's Black Consciouness
A winged monster
With many heads
It appears where 
there is an illusion

It's fear
You will close your eyes
which are tired
And cease to act.
It will break out!

It's White Consciousness
Look at yourself
and discover
Look at yourself 
and admire
Look at yourself
And don pay attention

You are the Observer