Poem

A composition of mood and atmosphere wrapped into a neat little package.

I wish for death no more, does that mean that now death comes to take me?

I wish for poision no longer, does that mean its task is done?

I want to swim in the ocean and feel the waves roll my body underwater,
  does that mean it will never happen?

I only seek to surmize my life, which mean I never will.

If I say that I am wise then it surely means you don't know,
  The face of wisdom without a grey beard.

Right without the righteous.

Just without justification.

Civility without civilization.

Your dependance on the system that rules you rules me too...