I'm bubbling
Not enough vents
To release the pressure
I don't trust this world
False and Hidden are the ways
So I remain in the Tao
The Nothingness comforts me
No sight
No sound
No taste
No feeling
No smell
Looking through the prism
of all creation
From my bubble
Created from myself
Where has my desire gone?
Why am I not motivated to move beyond myself?
Why do I feel so detached....