How do I feel? What a question to ask,
Like taking a job, not knowing the task
It remains a hidden mystery within
A straight line made out of a spin
A spinning spinner that spins his flow
One type of a bird, singing like a crow
Do you understand me? I know you do not
Know what you have, not what you sought
Once again it’s only I, who walks by my side
Is there a home, a place where I can reside?
Simple ideas really, yet not all fish look right
Keep looking left, it seems nice not to fight
But I fight for my own, the lover-heart is sick
Try stabbing, with a sword, knife and a stick
Nothing can ever harm it, more than its Key
The beloved unlocks it, the roots of a tree
Once again you must be confused, tis fine
For poems will help you, your mind, refine
– May 24th, 2019