We are all trapped in some kind of desire,
Or perhaps desire traps us in its game of greed.
We don’t know who ensnares whom,
Or maybe we choose to remain ignorant,
For we crave to be bound by it.

Still, we pretend to know, or not know.
I’ve tried everything to control my desire,
But in the end, I am always controlled by it.
The experience of something you didn’t get,
Or desperately wanting something to have,
Is spontaneous—and perhaps, it’s your desire.

In the game of identifying and analyzing every pro and con,
I always end up trapped by my mind’s thoughts.
I begin to believe what I think I am—
Perhaps I’ve become so rigid in my beliefs
That I no longer wish to let them go.

Once again, I muse over this,
And the outcome is always the same.
My soul—oh, my soul—
It comes to me, asking,
"Why is there a need to think so much?
You must understand this game of thinking—
Just simplify it."

You don’t need to think;
You just need to observe.
Your thoughts will always come—
Quietly maintain a steady state.

It’s the conflict of my soul and desire;
In this conflict, I choose to be bound by the will of my soul.
And so, I remain—anchored in its quiet truth,
A steadfast observer in the eternal struggle between desire and soul.

In the valley of sorrow,
I search relentlessly for the light of hope—
The hope that whispers, “Do not give up.”
But what is hope, truly?
Have I ever stopped to ask myself?

Even when I falter,
I reassure myself—one day, all will be well.
Yet, I feel imprisoned,
Lost in the maze of trying to understand
What I truly seek from this world.

I crave support, love, attention, and care,
Encouragement—these are my desires.
But why do I seek them
From the world around me,
Instead of from within?

I believe I fear—fear the loss of my illusions,
Illusions of a world where I am bound
By the chains of expectation.

I strive to rise, to soar higher,
But when success comes,
Is my happiness real?
Or is it born from fleeting praise—
The hollow words that feed my mind,
A mind that hungers for approval,
Not from within, but from others?

And when failure strikes,
I crumble, unable to rise,
For I have conditioned my heart
To rely on the world’s validation,
Not on the strength that resides deep inside.

I was in a whole deep sleep,
Where shadows whispered secrets to keep.
In the place of the known, I wander in fear,
Full of anxiety, with no one near.

I don't understand who is mine, who is not,
Faces blur, truths are caught.
Sometimes they smile, sometimes they glare,
The same faces I crave, yet they don't care.

I dream of warmth, of care, of touch,
But awaken to hatred that feels too much.
A heart in chaos, a mind untamed,
Seeking solace, yet always blamed.

In this endless dream, I strive to see,
Who is real, who can set me free.
But as I wander, the lines confine,
And the dream reveals—the battle is mine.