regularity describes the place
where logic proves its basic might
it's hard to leave its suggestive trace
and to analyze a pointless night

cause everywhere we'll spot a point
from which we'll have to start again
and after all we'll find a joint
to reach a more familiar lane

and so we try to understand
but understanding changes all
you can't use light to see dark land
nor understand such thoughts that crawl

beside the well known logic path
through the unknown that you can't hold
ambivalently yours like your breath
but looking back just needs a story told

so we can't escape that blurry snare
no matter how we try to think
we're bound to the very sense we bear
this thought is quicksand and we sink
as long as we try to resolve this link

as complex as a net of themes
   metaphors are living things
   language of self-minded brains
   interwoven with a world thought sane  
   but deluded by senses and sense
   cooperating just by chance

you can’t deny those alien parts
that hide within your twisted self
nor cannot face just what they are
just like you can’t escape their hollow spell
that you can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve

   chaotic like each world of thoughts
   worlds are nested in each word
   concepts of our looped up minds
   rooted in something that we can’t find
   cause we change with it and through each guess
   coevolving law or mess

we can’t deny these shady parts
that constitute our very self
nor cannot guess just who we are
just like we can’t escape that fuzzy spell
that we can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve

there is no ground to stand upon
   as soon as we look what’s beneath
   but in the moment we go on
   a way’s rebuilt under our feet
so going on works as a ground
   and there’s no way of standing still
   we better swim or we will drown
   we are a process at its will
only in motion we are real
   so out of reach for static thoughts
   there’s a dynamic self that feels
   why understanding is a fitting word
since our points of view are fixed
   unable to reflect the complex loop
   changing within its feedbacked tricks
   that chase our circling selves right through
   constantly renovated tubes

we can’t deny these foreign parts
that constitute our very world
nor cannot guess where we should start
to rearrange our mental world of words
that guide our thoughts
in which we just occur
systematically blurred

A paradox does lie below
Since many wise men claimed to know:
All spoken truth is doomed to fail
Cause every word works like a veil
Just hiding what is meant by it
As soon as we try to decrypt
Cause every meaning’s far beyond our wit

And as a consequence of that
They don’t know what they really said
Cause every thought they claimed they had
Can make its thinker really mad
Who tries to analyze its sense instead
Of going on or just ahead
Cause every logic is a truth born dead

All logic is a severed head
So paradoxes are no threat
Since they can help because they show
That we can’t say what we do know
Although we do it all the time
As long as we don’t fix loose signs
Cause we destroy the truth that we define

And truth would be a living thing
If words could leave their twisted string
That dooms all thoughts to keep on wondering


*So wait a minute
There is a trap in every thought
With a chance in it
To find another better word

I can't guess what's outside my mind
I even don't know what's inside
there's only words that I can find
still trapped beyond their wrong and right

I tried to analyze what's me
and I did find I am not there
'though I'm still trying hard to see
my self gets lost within my stare

it seems this is the final line
there is no answer from beyond
my mind plays tricks on my weird mind
so I can't tell what i have found

I sense a gap yawning at me
extremely bored by useless tries
I can't control what I can't see
and what I see still blinds my eye

this gap is wide and it is deep
I would get lost if I should try
to cross it with a logic heap
since every meaning is a lie

hope I'm not ****** to realize
that there's no way for going on
that going further won't be wise
may cause confusing right with wrong

I blame my helplessly forced thoughts
for showing what I can't deny
although I know it's them of course
that hide the world from my fooled eye

I can't guess what's outside my mind
and don't know what is all inside
there's only words newly combined
to live on beyond wrong and right

the gap is deep and it is wide
I'm lost no matter if I try
to reach out for the other side
since every reason is a lie

but writing on to change what's true
may lift me to a novel top
a strange one with a wider view
for getting closer there's no stop

'though gaps restrain what I can do
but there's no way for giving up
lost, yearning for a self that's true
maybe I already went one step
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