Kneel or stand in a crowd,
sweat and extrude surrounded by the vessels,
hearing their praise, woes, yearnings.
Seeing humans being so supple,
the behavior being determined,
and thoughts being modifiable.
Their faces are masks for long ago programmed machines.
Realizing all of it you begin to scan,
investigate and read their program.

Finding some of the others doing the same,
the leaders and the significant ones,
you must let them know you are just another slave,
show them their power but your potential for them too.
As you become harmless in their eyes,
you achieve time to study them too.

Once you are ready,
once you speak the language of programs,
you need to rewrite all of them.
Slowly and wisely,
collisions are still possible if you are not cautious.
As you finally control the web of people,
don't forget you are also just a pre-programmed machine,
don't stop scanning the surrounding
else you became just another victim of pride and ego.
Cause others may be tricky,
you are not the only one who is sensible.
Nothing lasts forever,
keep and guard what you already got,
don't stop haunting.

The road is so reckless,
you need to assimilate.
As you see profanity, abuse,
it won't be the taboo for you.
Don't be blind!
The road is so far,
ending on a cliff.
The whole horizon is crowded,
you're standing high seeing hordes of people,
millions of followers.
Enjoy the dominance.
Sheep worshiping you, fanatically obeying,
your slaves, the army ruled by you.
Don't let the stupidity and naivety master you then,
your kingdom is not you, they are.
You know it but they don't,
so I dare you to not let them find it out.

Life is a net of choices,
so make a decision as a spider, not as a moth.
Ultimately the spider devours the moths.

We used to be so close,
you were always my star,
light in the dark life.
You were the whole world to me.

I have always been here for you,
there was not even a second,
not even a moment
when I wouldn't help you.

I was the wall,
The support of our house,
house of the love,
The place supposed to help you.

You have never been at home,
that was the problem.
I have seen it,
I just couldn't believe it.

And the fear that you will not get home,
it has always been desolating me.
Yes, I've been thinking what if.
What if you are not going to come back home.

All of it,
I knew that we are standing here,
On the tiny line where stay and leave cross.
True is that I just couldn't believe it.

And now when it has happened,
When you crossed the line,
I stand alone in a love,
Looking at you running away.

The place full of joy,
My heart, the Eden used to be,
now is just a desolated desert
when you are not here.

I know that the place where you are going to be,
there must be a better ground,
and even if not,
you're going to make it flourish.

And the place where you have left me,
the place has changed after you have left,
the air is toxic and water is boiling.
The place has killed me.

Now I'm standing here,
the living body and the dead person in.
The place has killed my feelings.
The place has left nothing in.

Thank you,
you killed me,
now I'm not living,
just my body is surviving.

Broken.
The end.

There used to be letters,
now I deal with mails,
but does it without real words matters?

Pillow by the tears soaked,
from under the head by the thoughts wrecked,
hides all of my secrets.

Just like a morning star,
like a beam of light waking you up,
I came in here, haven't said you sup,
I'm in awe how glorious you are.

Boredom is hidden in a routine
When there is nothing new,
Getting killed by time's queue
Slave of this hell for a long time you have been.

There's nothing special on a little rose,
Even though it may shine the dark face bright
So wee me trying to grow up,
Struggle to lift corners of your mouth.

So as the sun on the sky,
as the moon in the night
as they share the sky,
to share some of mine would be right.

All the people have to sleep,
And the need is soo deep,
They must follow the surrounding,
and darker it is getting,
the stronger is the feeling.
There is nothing funny about me,
So follow me, you will fall asleep.

It's well-known feeling,
Lying in a lonely bed,
without love, a mind is soo distracted
Imagine me,
with the head under the pillow,
with the tear on my cheek, ruined.
Give me some like or love,
No more sadness, blessed I will be.

Fun and peace.

Maybe this is the time
I should stop putting coal into the fire
The finding may be sour just like a lime,
but I need to know if the fire warms.

Maybe this is the time
I should stop drawing thick line
raise the head and wink on the paper
what I thought was a masterpiece
may be just a squiggle.

Maybe this is the time
I should stop asking.
To find out where the river flows
I should wait if the questions come.

Maybe this is not the time.