Distorted images of the self
I can only live by perceptions and inspirations, I possess no knowledge of my genuine self.
I am a conflicted individual, I have no definition of the character that’s within me.
With my blurred sight and my distorted mind, all that’s left is to chase my cognitions.
Run, free run, without direction hopefully I will meet with my destiny at an anonymous destination.
I chase the idealised self, I chase the unknown.
Who knows perhaps the unknown is known, maybe, this is just a mystery, maybe the unknown is just before me.
Breathe, let go of anxiety!
Perhaps the self is known, perhaps hostility is to blame. Perhaps the self is at war, maybe the ego just dominates
What if the being is to blame? What if the self is unconsciously trapped?

Everything is meaningless
Why do you create me, to destroy me?
I am barely surviving
What more sorrow await?
No one really knows what is going to happen
Light up my paths
Only you know the future.