I don't know how I feel
I am either too much or too little
I want to become ash
Fly away, free in the air and sky
Or to become ripples
In an unending ocean
Alas, I am grounded
with these feet that are so heavy
and these bones that can barely hold me
I am too much of the body,
Too little of the self
what remains of my mind is shadowed
what remains of my heart is cluttered

This joy, gone.
There is no clarity in murky water
No beauty in polluted skies