Living on this earth of faces
how will the living be?
Strands and tangles surrounds us
are the names freedom and liberty.
Life on a borrowed smile
is breathing so contently.
The joy of life on my face
is killing me silently.

Why seek the knowledge? Why clean the dirt?
A mere soul you came as, and was it a body part?
A fragile slip is all it takes and you're all done!
Your...