Why do I get so much attention?
Known to seeing balance.
I need sensation,
I need to see the nerve to smile.
I need
The dust to throw away.
I feel I should smell the flowers.
I know what I am..
I betray myself.
I loose control over what I find.
I seek to listen,
But I deny..
Then I say,
The keeper is ready to feel the motion..
Tiny tries of dust resemblance,
I could not define.
So I not so rigidly bow
To the surface of an symbol
That covers the topic,
My kind of association..
Figured out, should break the habbit.
Fellow man, the fire is ready.
The phoenix, the truth, no more understandings,
I am not into you.
I am not into you.
The life, the problems,
Problematic the theme,
Poetic ajdusting.
Virtual scheme of the red roses,
Bow to the surface, bow to the ocean.
Therefore, whatever may be, isn’t.
The balance, not ‘the apsolute’ schism.