My motives like a version of my passion
Agitation to see beyond my vision
When I close my eyes, what do it see?
Imagination of flames burning like fire
When dusky site evades my vision
I may see the world trying to recycle
Life looks like what without life?
Like night of blossom nightmares
Like world of knights searching for light
Dreaming hour; I find myself where?
In a rotten hell or pleasurable heaven
In an untidy shrine or temple of God
While dreaming; time of not being me
My God owns some hours in my day
After the end, not to think about life
Do, did, done; everything turns dusty
If I die today, where next I see myself?
Is that going to be the end of all?
Appearance like an unending dream
Golden time, not to think of needs
When dead comes; bye! Era of hope
Time for now
I only have the energy in my pen.
