Amongst all the things inside of me
Of one thing I am sure
It's that, the many things inside of me
Are like a series of doors -

One leads into the other
And the other into the rest
Then they all pour into a room
In which I am the guest

I'm a visitor in my home
Which every thing and being has overtook
I just observe the utter chaos .. Of me
Hit .. Tossed ..  And torn

The waves, they're crashing in
From my eyes into my soul
I'm pushed into the winds
Of heavily breathing storms

Grounds are like fire to walk on
And falling onto my scraped knees ..
I shiver from the cold inside
Alas, I crumble and cease

Drowning under frozen waters
I find myself above the skies
And the moment I stop to breathe
Everything around me .. It just dies -

As if I inhaled all the air
I think I took away life
I've torn it into shreds, into pieces
Then blew it away with a simple sigh

The ruins all around me
Deeds of my own hands
I only stand up to fall
And fall for one more stand

I'm nowhere
But I'm here
Is that a place?
Am I on ground?

I'm no one
But I'm me

And perhaps I have found ..

Lost thoughts ..
A crowd of dreams ..
A crowd of cries ..

Yet, I don't know what I've found ..
Maybe truth .. Maybe lies

They do all fit together ..
In a way which they don't
It's like looking above ..
Only to see below

Dimensions dance around
As if they're scribbles on a wall
I step closer to understand
But I fall back into that door -

The one that leads into the other
Where others fall into the rest
Then they all pour into one room
My home .. In which I am a guest