You know nothing about being, absolutely nothing about living Subsistence you've just become aware of can be deceiving That's why you repulsively behave to what you see around Unfortunately you're not so sure what you hear is sound So wise, magnificent - with extensive hollow filling your head Cheated by your consciousness -- as anchorite, not to be dead
You don't know anything about your life, about yourself You cannot hear anything - senses are making you deaf Boundaries around you - closing down, maintain to exist Patiently trying to write out from the list of deceased Cannot consume the voices of your inner intelligence Being so curious of stranger's thought convergence