The Inside
I lived out something
may be not the life you mean
I yelled out hard in my heart
not a sound outside
I shrivelled the love and anger and hate
so deep I don’t know where they hide
I love not anything for it is what I am not
I know this is what I am not
this is not what anything is
Memory playing the courses of the universal charts
in entanglement unrestricted and chaos infinite
you are the one and the very element of this cosmos
to expel me from a life of stagnation
even pain and agitation
Pain of what you should ask but I have no clue
What to do when I am here I should think
but I could never take a hint
If only I could express this cleaving turmoil within me..
Is this all a cry of my ignorance
or an enaction of exploited deeds
what is it? where are you? who am I?
