i am who you will never be

in 1000 years.

because your liquid mind is

             cloudy with metaphors

of war and terror and peace and love

     (don't rub salt on my open head)

maybe, if maybe,

you'll go killing

you will live.

although simply a body

with all the beauties of the mind



          is that what i want...?


       i say, i am no puppet

       (four more years of strings)

but you will still always be stuck

in a haze of nothing.