A sack of joy was unmade
As if the tears rolled back
Drifting away from me
Your silence and your inactivity

Is a person my own reflection
A mirror like image for completion
Is it my own cause and my own medicine
My own creation and my own making

Changing the subject and its deeds
Altering the character and its seeds
Should I seek the answer to the manifestation
The only way to my fulfilment and salvation