soma

soma


something else
but still me
has taken control
it is the end of me
that wants a part of it
it is the taste of life
arouse the self inside

never know the way discomfort takes
or if it is real without conciuousness
no need for some reflection
inside of their eyes
so unable to know that
someone is alive
that wants to forget that
they all have a mind


i have no thing to say
i does not know a thing
i gets unknown


if it is so easy to listen to noone
no matter that I am able to lie
noone will see
noone will know
if they get sick of all the others around
death is calling what is contact
noone will tell you where to
find the exit


it has some thing to say
it always knows the thing
it wants to eat
but does not want to get known
where is noone