The Hollow Space

I want to belong to a hollow space, Where no one can catch my tiny lace. I want to live on my own, The space is nothing but a trace. I have found my own kingdom, The disheartened enemies have learned some wisdom. I have found my own gallery, Where hollowness is never misery. I want to live every day as if it’s my last, The world is the beginning and, perhaps, also the end. I want to live in my own space, Where I can be myself, leaving behind every judgmental face. I want to leave behind my memories, Since memories stir unnecessary dilemmas. I cannot undo what has been done, I cannot worry about what is out of my hands. Allow me to live in my hollow paradise, Free from the tension of commentators. Allow me to get back on track, Even if it’s a chaotic maze.