Seclusion کے بول

My eyes descry a thought It is profound... Yet diffuse of feelings Nourishment of mental survival It keeps lethargic my sensitive perception I hear only whispers of the symphony Oh! The Great Mother weeps in lament Composing an alienated minimalism But with depressing arpeggios Sighs of anxiety Make me silence with others I don't feel myself as a culprit for that I go to its meeting... I'm leaving for another level I fall asleep forever On the mausoleum of fascination Pouring the meaning of life Passing through (Crossing... ) my past With worth, without reason... with forgiveness All is a whole - Imaginary A chimaera of existence Sad and beautifull... ... Leave me alone! I want to live within the proper mind Without needing to open the eyes For thus I shall find... ... Seclusion.