Secluded or dead,

I have a life like that of a brilliant man
with a weak heart
who thinks of all possibilities
or isolates himself
as not to be surprised;

a life in vain
researching means of destruction,
of wasting time,
to appreciate the distant ones
in this found momentary loss.


Help me now.
Accept me.
I wish not to live this way.

Or observe this life
void of love and that, which is beautiful.


And your choice?...

Well, I'm not surprised.