Just Like That . . . .

I want to live,

I want to die,

I want to reach above the sky.

Above the earth,

I want to fly,

Though impossible, I want to try.

I want to jump,

I want to roll,

I want to seperate my body from my soul.

I want to crawl,

I want to run,

I want to shine brighter than sun.

I want to love,

I want to hate,

I want to win and defeat my fate.

I want to die,

and take rebirth,

as a illusion on a seperate earth.

I want pleasure,

I want pain,

I want to run madly in rain.

I want to smile,

I want to frown,

take my bike and hit the town.

I want to stare,

I want to blink,

I want to mind, nothing to think.

I want to scream,

I want to shout,

on a lonely road I want to roam about.

I want to take,

I want to give,

a cheerfull life I want to live.

I want to laugh,

I want to cry,

this poem will make your mind fry.

I had less,

but plenty of time,

So, just like that, I wrote this rhyme . . . .

The Directionless Directions . . . .

The confusion of vision,

The thing we say,

The paranoid illusion,

Is showing us the way,

The directionless direction,

To the profound space,

Moving swift without motion,

No more shining face,

No more awkward fashion,

Just a directionless direction,

To the space full of nothing,

With some traces of emotions,

A space where nothing fills everything,

A space within our complex mind,

With some scraps of naked truth,

Large, but somehow hard to find,

Grilled with thought of rising youth,

The directionless direction,

To the space causing everything,

the result of which is this creation,

Which may mean to you nothing...