I am so sick
Of you
The cycle of inevitable motion
Which in fact is motionless
Tears my soul with rusty conformity
When all I want is being me
That’s me I want to become

You still with me
Are you
Next era of a smaller Earth
What is it that one could do
Something, nothing or everything
It’s all up to you
But is there any meaning left

They come barking
But why
Absolutely worthless sense of obedience
Where am I heading towards
Ignorant question I may ask
No answer is required
It’s for the self to search

Keep searching, keep searching, keep searching…