what do you do when you return from your inner trail search in your own interior and you find yourself unchanged will you call yourself a stranger will you admit to yourself your unconsciousness towards your inner side your emptiness strokes your being but you need the sentiment of grievance look into your eyes remember the day could you say it was worth living it then you wish tomorrow will not come because now yesterday is well-known the perfect interplay of otherness and self-doubt results in the state of death and ends in listlessness now you fit into the mosaic and you will drown in his false appearance so they even have taken away your death look into your eyes remember the day could you say it was worth living it then you wish tomorrow will not come because now yesterday is well-known creeping past self-control hiding in the narrow lane of affection all this is you and so the distance to redemption grows deranged by the disappointment that everything you disdain reigns in yourself now you know that you will never reach yourself requirement becomes an unattainable utopia abandon or keep on loosing to face or accept anyoneís weakness now you compete with yourself you rip up your own inner side no longer caught in the own system look behind a wrong self-portrait what you will find is what you are locked up spirit narrow minded an inner excavation so this knowledge needs a decision the realisation implores for an acting you resign and maybe this is a new beginning