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