||[Jan. 17th, 2008|10:37 pm]
|||||In this world--Moby||]|
Should you think you cannot express it outwardly
with an unassuming poise of confidence and conviction,
translate it onto writing, so that your
inner-most recesses may be tapped upon.
Therein lies the unencumbered existence,
otherwise plagued by emotional suppression
and the constant obligation to meet the call.
What then determines one's nature-
the manifested act or the thoughts?
Schizophrenia gradually gnawing away your soul?