below

This life is not yours
this life is something else
there is just no word
to define your weird self       
           at all

you're lost in fixed thoughts
blaming the things you know
and you're just getting bored
by the ways you can go

and somehow you can't tell
what you think feels so wrong
the words you can spell
they can never be strong       
           enough

to describe the place
that you sense you live in
there's a hell of strange ways
beyond your bones and skin

but you're lost in fixed thoughts
blaming the things you know
but your self feels ignored
by the complex schemes below      
           that self

such a self must be weird
as long as you try to think
of it as a cleared
but somehow conscious link

between all your thoughts
woolly feelings and dreams
but your rotten mental laws
- that's how it always seems -
weaken your experience