And then what.

Biting till bleeds flash that covers,

All that it strives — stop the clock.

Who messed (oh my) all my colours?

Who did this mess to all work?

Narrows were trigging us, shyness,

Hadnt you seen? Since you’ve born.

Now how to get out of tiredness

Where had all energy gone?

Biting so hardly through toughness

Just for the place that is mine

How could be bigger my blindness,

Not own a “none” — occupy.

As more as you climb and hassle

biting for yours, stating yours

More you feel sands of your castles

More you see miraje of doors.

You might stop build and start giving.

Being a house for newborn…

…Since you are temporal being,

You are the only thing owned.