My mind is too old
for a body that is this young.
My spirit is too rich
for a life that is this poor.
Too many tommorows
to seem like not enough yesterdays.

Oh,
The inanity of it all!
Eternal oursider --
Condemned to see the circles,
The cycles.
Vanity of ego --
Fearing foolishness,
Seeking enLightenment.
Can not join the progress
That marches onward toward nowhere.

Free from the world,
I can not free myself from solitude.

Alone!
Ever alone.
The crowd respects my oracle,
But who and how
shall be the sacrifice
to feed my soul?

Soul?
A blacken'd hole.
Arrive so close and the space is so dense,
As to become unapproachable.