Am trapped in this land of blood; a vicious one
To live out the specific days ruled by Eledua in a brutal life that cares less
For me to cry when everybody laugh; at birth.
I then hope to laugh when everybody cries;
When the claws of my friendly-enemy strikes.
To never be satisfied with eating, sleeping, talking, and writing
Not until when ‘iku‘ beckons at my door.
And demands a random that deprives me of living.
I hate this vicious cycle of life, I hate being trapped,
Being chained up-tight to living out a stopwatch in this spherical globe
That has lands and waters
But lacks water for my desert,
That runs around in circles for all eternity.
Yet; I reason within my TRAPPINGS and little understanding
That only a man full of pride and “excessive” cash are trapped
And not until they… even death won’t release them from the chain of living.