To the thoughts
To the feelings
To the memories and the mischief
To the missing pieces of the puzzle
I am fit for trouble
To the slumber
To the shock
To the eyes open if I must
To the slap in the face
I am not yet integrating
To me, myself
and the madness of this marble
To the hunger and the ache
To the forkfull and
To the empty plate
To the richest and their savings
I am waiting for a revelation
To the construct of behaviour
To the thought of going crazy
To the blending until isolation
To a majority
I am estranged
To me, myself
and the madness of this marble
To the buzz and
To the conflict
To the panic and the bullies
To the stiff cocks and their ego
I am nothing, I am hollow
To the habit
To the scab
To the picking until bad
To the breathless after running
I am confronting me with nothing
To me, myself
and the madness of this marble
To the past that we can’t buy
To the majority of mankind
To demands and
To what’s rightful
I am listening to the silent
To possessions and exploitation
To the land that has been confiscated
To the children
To the blameless
I am sorry for the hatred
To the mass and to the fraction
To the loss of love and spread of it
To the hunchback and his view
I am tilting towards you