When you know what is right and what is wrong
You could finally make a decision on your own
then you would realise
Its better to have a messy web in the head
Than some rootless concrete
Better a venom of a snake and left alone
than in a street of crooked flies
Better a fire fly than a star
to lighten your small world
Safety light belts only show the nearest exit
not where the street was lost
The self increasing silence
of the words dropped from your ego
Points along the nails,
direction is not the only proof
But best is the night
with slow realisation of oneself
That sends, not a quick responsibility
but a late rejection
That fading cry still appears in my heart
The sob is still echoing in my ear
I am living like a dead
Hoping to die one day
I am a murderer
I still remember the plea of it
who in my childhood
I used to call a soul