Am I a freak?
A question
that keeps haunting me
all over the day and night
of my unending struggle
and fight.
Don't understand the world around,
nor even the people
standing before me.
Does it matter whether
I am a freak or sane?
Questions, answers come
one after another;
what difference does it make
if I become insane?
Psychic inertia
or
morbid sensation,
no matter how sick you might feel;
this mundane world
does not have
any remedy to heal.
The evening cloud of
the barren city
lightens itself
to cover the inner darkness.
People keep walking
on the road
oscillating between
flux and fixity.
