In me
The air that flows, in me
The voice that chatter, in me
The abuse that goes unpunished, in me
The crime committed, in me
Are all too familiar, for someone my age.
Yet I drift along the foggy lake
Trying to master the chess of life, with compromised vision
Is it only the poets that feel the burden of life?
Or is it impatience? In me
The absurdities are too familiar, for someone my age.
People around me affect me, in me
Events of this blessed planet burn, in me
This fast-paced passive world dies, in me
I do nothing, as the fire goes out, in me
The burns are too familiar, for my age.
How does the last breath feel?
Let me ask the fallen tree,
The beaten-up animal cries, in me
The winter for the naked, shivers in me
The student kills the master, the betrayal lies in me
Sunsets for the last time, the humanity falls in me
The end of the world is too near, for my age.
