Sometimes, I find no essence in life,
this happens when I’ve just fought through thick mares
escaping the home of dreams
where souls are held victims – in deep slumber.
Sometimes , my face are held up high
to watch every single thing in the sky.
The birds and their luring flight,
the clouds moving from left to right.
Sometimes , I feel I could write everything
and sometimes I feel poetry is nothing.
Sometimes , I want to go out of Earth,
to see what is in other planets.
Sometimes, I am the happiest man alive,
that can be found in my blissful smile.
And at other times, I’m as dejected
as a stone casted away during the making of a building.
Sometimes , most times I switch
between happiness and sadness.
Between right and wrong, deliberately.
Leaving a true cause for the wrong one, in extreme situations.
As a man , I maybe covetous or too wanting or not contented.
But I am human, wearing a wanting flesh. I will always desire
because none of these Is decided by me but by the insatiable desires in my fleshy skin.
