Plain Pain

Plain Pain. There's a heavy pain on top of my joy, Little room nails scratching my whole, All of me helpless and hopeless, The goal was joy now in the Goal mouth there's sore, Necessity to comprehend the whole thing Is no more appealing to my present, How old is I to be fooled? How long from now will it take to appeal to be true? Yesterday I wasn't perfect but real in the mud Now I appear to be but fake in the cart, Who is fooling who I wonder Who else shall say it louder than I? The present seem to be non kind And my kind seem to be non present, Who is I to follow with joy When there is none in me in secret? Who is I to laugh to the joke of reality When they are not at all? Who is I to judge human nature with an eye That see far closer than nowhere? There's a walk for me to take I realised there's a lot at stake, Alone with I,me and me Releasing each drop for joy to be found Never the less there's none to be for I to smile.