I… I who syringes the audacity’s grasp
Plentiful I devour the absent-minded
I’m never there…
Compare I, for shred a emotion
Radiantly, I moan for happiness.
Who am I? I who emphasizes on the mask
Its solemn routes demolish my manifestation
I am gone…
Half of I, separate me between miracles
Odiously, I crave for truth.
Believe in I! It is I – the old mutt…
Believe in words! Yet I shush myself long ago
I am not I…
Shattered into pieces, I smile along.
Awaken, I urge friendship.
I who has become a soul
Is one with the devil?
Or compromising with an angel?