My perception beyond current life
Where does reality resides?

My heart is not on speaking terms with my tongue
So as my tongue with my hearth
While my heart resents my tongue for its inability to express feelings,
My tongue resents my heart for contemplating about inexpressible things.

As I have an exquisite taste
I won’ t settle for second best
which I translate as second rate
I am demanding so be prepared

I am subtle but strong
I have my ways of being in control
I am hostile
I am wild
But don’t worry I will be just and kind

I am a woman
I am a child
I am bold but I can be quiet
I am honest and I like to fight

I am passionate
I am dilettante
Also I have a clumsy tongue
I can make everything all right
Because I have a big heart

If I have hope I will talk
For sure I will support
I will observe
I will stall
It is the hush before the storm

I may cry but I will bear
I may be hurt but I will sustain
If I seem weak
Don’ be fooled
I will come back and I will obtain

I, the fragile child
A broken glass is my heart
Bitter grief, I came to know
Before all in life
They call me hostile
Yet, I am fragile
Hidden from everyone
My solitaire, these tears are
They quail before the fire in my eyes
They quail before the poison on my tongue
They quail before the everlasting,
Bold fortitude of mine
They say: A crag is one,
Delirious mountain peak is my other side
Yet, if I be no such
How am I to protect this child?
Crazy pomegranate tree is one,
Ice Palace is my other side

Consciousness is frozen
Love consumes my wit
Weariness is upon my heels
Longer I stay awake
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

It is my cigarette smoke
What makes me weep
Weeping like the raving rivers
After the mighty storm
More I weep
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

Life is free of rhyme
And I’ ve been singing this song for a while
My broom made of wicker follows me around
They say cleanliness comes from the faith
And I recall
Wiping those floors before

My flesh is as cold as a corpse
Still moisture gathered in drops
I stare at my reflection on the mirror
Trying to reveal my lonely, cruel soul
Getting darker and darker after every storm
More I stare Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

The summary of life is a long nasty rape
Sole salvation is to suffer death
Impossible to intervene inevitable fate
More desperate I get
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form
However my soul resides at a far away land