Verse I I met Absurd In a tailored suit, Polishing silence Like polished shoes. He tipped his hat To certainty… Then stole its shadow Without a bruise. He smiled with all The wrong conclusions. They looked magnificent In evening wear. Truth bowed first. Pride applauded. Reason adjusted Its silver hair. ⸻ Pre He never argued. He simply watched Logic Trying To explain The moon. ⸻ Chorus ABSURD! The gentleman Beyond persuasion. Drinking champagne With contradiction. Every answer Kneels politely. Every question Calls him “Sir.” ABSURD! Untouchable. Unreasonable. Beautifully Unreachable. Where human reason Loses language… He begins To dance. ⸻ Verse II He keeps His clocks Without a minute. His mirrors Never show The face. He writes In invisible ink… Yet every page Knows Its place. Psychologists Collect his footsteps. Philosophers Forget his name. Poets Borrow His umbrella… When ideas Catch The rain. ⸻ Bridge Normality Knocks every morning. Absurd Never answers. The door Opens anyway. ⸻ Final Chorus ABSURD! The last aristocrat Of freedom. Wearing elegance Like revolution. If perfection Builds a kingdom… He’ll arrive Without A passport. ABSURD! Where every paradox Feels natural. Where every prison Needs imagination. Beyond the border Of explanation… He simply Smiles. ⸻ Outro When understanding Finally arrives… Absurd Has already Left By another door.
