These needs that I am chasing all my life
shackle me to myself,
causing me living my needs
instead of needing to liberate myself,
causing me to build my prison
instead of my nest,
causing me seek after brief satisfaction,
in endless elongations
within all these mazes.
Life deludes us
with incessant seductive craves and curves,
to satisfy, to enjoy our lives,
then makes us to give up our lives,
for those craves and curves.
It is like a cat chasing its very tail
immersed in the subject of it chase,
emancipating its dual self,
its butterfly from within.
The game
of preys and predators, mice and cats,
within a kitten,
a kitten
as much determined to hunt its tail,
as is disposed
to
liberate it.
