He said:
How can you be one of us...

You are
the one who speaks...

I did not come
to hear the echo of my mind...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...

Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

In the end,
you are the ultimate victims...

It doesn’t matter
if you’re not with me tonight...

How could one beseech
with all their existence...

What wounds you inflict upon this heart—
yet you do not know...