Excerpt
With a wandering heart
My restless soul
Slips into the ocean of thought
And from the region of depression
I drank unwillingly to my fill
My heart wails to be free
But my soul is held down by
The clusters of the ocean
The loads in my head sink me deeper
And my arms are like as that
An organ of an impotent man
Droplets of water run through my eyelids
Am bathed by it and my own sweat
I stamp my foot repeatedly
And dash out several blows into
The tempest wind swallowing me
The bushes on my skull are all erect
The floors of each could be seen from
Afar.
Burning up the last strength in me
I glance hard into the clouds
And I see hope hanging over a thread
With a wandering heart
I pray earnestly for freedom
Locks tight within my heart
Visions I had no more
Blinded by my costly odds
As my dreams gets floated a way
With a wandering heart
The roads I see no more
Showers of blows drench my soul
As I fall hard from the sky
Into the middle of a pointed foam
Am laid bare in the winter
Home buried away into the distance
Scorpions eats against my spine
Vultures at my pride