Have you Ever felt extinction in your lungs? Your deepest face is not visible for anyone. So weak anger, not any joy... How can get rid of this withering vacuity, and accept terms? Shapeless forms are stubbing you from inside.. Incomprehensible, like an uncaptured radio wave Who can see through closed emptiness, without outbreaks? Is there anyone who wants to lose faith, or even keep? Shall we turn over the cross, and blame someone else for our misfortune to see too clear the system, whose fault is this? Well, who are you?! Tell it into my face now! No more exile! Or is happiness equal with blindness? We can't see over our interests, and examine the whole in one piece and meditate on its meaning..