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..