My mental wire renders

Images of worn out routes

After a short circuit happened

In the pathways of daily burdens;

My diseased body quivers with its weight

The hard stitch rubble,

The skin snatchers

Leeched of life force

And I have little energy to breath;

The voice I hear is not my own,

It dictates notes in familiar tones

But full of foreign phrases,

Which it disguises as invitation;

I wish I could dissolve myself from memory

Or hide in my skull cave,

But it is not wise to stifle:

Then an unlearned laughter came

A spring emerging into sun rays

The Sea emerges from the death of the river

There are two ways to live a life

I can pursue the difficult one