WHY SHOULD I

Standing on a pedestal

prop on a mirror

view your shadow face

direction of the wind that blows

never visible on one point

that hope like die and dust

only pensive in the chair

and enjoy with posisition which uncomvortable

always ask yourself

and no slightly anwer

where they go?

where are the eyes that see me?

and where all that attantion?

like a shout which there in cranium

feel sick even stab and injure

why should I silent ?

why should I injured?

why should I were forgiving ?

and why should I which can collect one self ?

is it always like this?

people are not wrong to be wrong

people are not know to be know

or people are clean to be dust

if this world spinning perfectly

Strong are you to be me?