I saw myself emaciated
in a place where time stands still
looking myself in the face
I saw the strength of my will
I know that I am free now
but still a servant to myself
and always a servant to others
but I don't want to be,
I can't afford it.
All these struggles which you must go through,
every fight, the same conformist battle
and even though you're on top,
somehow, there's always someone pushing you....
where?
The creatures float in all dimensions.
What am I?
A new insight?
The hand comes out of my pillow at night
and I let it touch me, but still it
never knows exactly what I desire.
I have married myself, yet feel no bond,
I have become independent, yet feel tied down to things that
will come
I love myself so much and that's what hurts me most.
| How can I love myself? And do I really know what love is?
What if I hate myself, but hate is the happiest emotion I
can feel? What if my formation of hate is worse than what
it is?
I sit here, the songs going through my head and things that
will be over in three seconds. If your life is spent waiting
you'll be left without.
And the people who are supposed to be the good in society are
the evils. They attempt to cultivate you into one of them
and brand you as evil when you refuse. And who are they to
judge? They have not gained divine knowledge! If they had,
they would know that they couldn't judge.
There is no right and wrong, just an ameoba like mass of
colorless disputes. And is any of it going to matter in ten
years? Things that are so important today will seem
infantile tomorrow. Why are we all here doing things of
importance that equal nothing? Is there any efficient way
to make use of every second of your life? No. That's why no
one is ever really truly happy.
I saw myself evaciated
in a place where time stands still
looking myself in the face
I saw the strength of my will.
And I know that I will never die. |
