A call for investigation
Just an opportunity for research;
that’s what sadness and pain are.
I follow them like an investigator
every time they come.
The skies open when my pain
reaches a level high.
Answers hang by a thin thread
over my mysterious mind.
All I have to do is dig and dig
to find the sky at the end of my subsoil-s.
In the guts of my earth
depth’s ending touches the Sun that boils.
Sadness is nothing more than that;