Turning like a stone in the waves
That is swept away by the tides
A constant in the framework
That keeps the cycle moving onto
A phantom residing in stagnation
An undefined part of a fragmented whole
Invisibly slumbering through the crowds
Now i see the illness of reality…
Can you smell the angst of conversion?
The malodor that creates a wake of estrangement
Are we truly part of humankind
As elements in a blueprint?
Memorable association members?
Behold! recognize the nothingness –
The absurdity of existence
Gaze at yourself in the mirror
What do you see in this hollow image?
In this figureless compound
That you want to etch a face into
but your hands only feel like strangers
Now i see what’s really me…