Unhinged in the rush of semantics,
Deeper into words I climb,
Feeling my mind unclasp,
From the exasperating rituals of days unbound.
Blinded by the darkness in the character,
Sullied by the dirt sublime,
My soul gropes for the scattered reasons,
Tasting the numbness of time.
Oh my! It’s six already, hours passed by in a daze,
In the unreal human lie which I now faintly perceive,
Let me fly, the literature unshackle my soul,
This is the only life I want to breathe.