If you can’t figure what I think,
Then leave me alone and let me sink,
Sink peacefully in the depths of uncertainty,
Far from the clouds of confusion and flowers of vanity.
I have seen roses pinching with their thorns.
I have seen those rare but gloomy dawns.
My reasoning failed me
And so I now to seek comfort in my conscience.
If so obvious is not this world then may be mystique is the answer.
Answers to the questions that trace the outline of my present.
Words seem to finish at a point where I am left alone in resent.