Today I am a wrecked craft ,
Searching for an enabling thought ,
To prove my innocence
Against the shameless world .
Today I am a helpless bird ,
Trying to prove my bounds
Trying to free myself
From the clutches of ,
The so-called free world.
Today I am a caught fish
Struggling for life
To deny the ugly truth
That everything ends up in itself.
Today I am an unseen tomorrow ,
Waiting for my tomorrow to come.
Waiting for that anxious day . . .
When my thoughts would gain a feeling ;
When my feelings would gain emotional warmth ;
Yes , I am waiting for that precious moment . . .
Where I could feel the very existence of myself .
Yes , I am waiting for that atmosphere . . . .
Where there would be no one else – but myself. . . . .
A proper world solely of my dreams. . . . . . . .