I write without me knowing what I wrote

I got dirty hands, and I am doing what I do not really know I am doing now,

My head is light, and I think I am sick, highblood pressure, or diabetes,

That light feeling like floating like not knowing what it is,

Sleepy eyes that won’t compromise sleep, an aching back that won’t lie on a sofa,

I droop before this screen and it is seeing me with pity,

Dying animal

Thinking man

Doing nothing

Insignificant,

I got a stomach ache, and an inflammed foot,

My arms are numb and I raise them up to the skies asking for cure

Asking for miracle

Looking for god

Speaking to him

My mind is sick and speaks to god asking for cure

Even a temporary cure

My chest is painful and my fingers tremble and I am trying to think

Why all these pain

The cause

And how they possibly exist

Without my consent,

My smell is inaccurate and I doubt what it is that makes me smell

Foul language

Feces and

Stains of rotten

Flesh

My eyes do not see the truth

It pretends

The truth there is none

All these are but playing children running in the park

Quarelling with other children

Then embracing and then teasing and then laughing so hard

Running and falling down and chasing and holding each other

And then lying on the playground

All these are but games

There is nothing serious in everyway we see them

All these, the hugging and tugging and slapping and kissing

By evening,

Everyone goes home

By evening everything is gone.

I am doing what I do not like to do

I come to the office and there is nothing to do

Everything is finished and nothing new is going to be done

He meets you with a grin but his anger is found in his eyes

And you do not just discount what his plans in life what his plans against you

I am in no business to mind, I have pains and injuries to cure myself,

And I am doing nothing serious really, like asking him why are you in pain and

what are

You doing for yourslelf,

I don’t smile and I am doing without liking not to smile

I gostright to my room, and open my computer and without any word in mind

I put any word that comes even without any significance in my mind

I put everythign without an outline,

I am doing what I do not want to do,

Simply because I am here, the computer is here and my mind is here,

Simply because we are all here, and here is the only reason why we do things,

Why we do things we do not like, why we think ideas not planned,not thought of,

We are here, we are there, and we continued being here doing what is here.

I am doing what I do not want to do, I am doing what I thought doing, and there is

no stopping, because I am here, because I am here and I have nothing to do.

The mountain is there so he climbed it

The sun is there so he walked under it

The ground is there and the broom is there

So he steps on it and he sweeps it

There is nothing in here

So what is it that can be done here?

And you tell me, if you want to be here, just be here,

Think nothing and be nothing, that seems to be the true answer…..