In other people's overwhelming eyes
I am what I have, my motivation is success.
Still and all, apart from the mercy of the skies,
I’ve always had little me-ness or mineness of conscious rest
that I took so much pride in and proudly smiled in
appreciation, and my youth faded like an unwanted god
and got mired like mindless blood in wounds and sin
of that poor, ruthless one shot reeking rotted bod.
My eternity of now is as word whisperer,
whispering heaven or earth, or something of the kind.
I educate my heart to be happy and proper,
‘cause loneliness is the same whether with wild or meek mind,
so that when I, the undiscovered life, grow up
I will see, I will see one more, one more saner view
of celestiality, and those who know great deals shall know enough
where peace never ends, few seek to pursue!
