I

I

I don’t know what virtue is

I don’t know what principles are

I don’t remember what is good

I can’t distinguish what is bad

Life has turned out so weird

That truth denies false

And false signifies truth

Somehow I disagree to agree

And I remain the same

One without a direction

One without an aim

I walked ahead on road

To figure out my past

I go through my dreams

To analyze my failures

I shred my old relations

To find new cohorts

I erase my footprints

To remain forgotten

Yet I announce my victory

To gain attention

Somehow everything falls in place

I look myself with disgrace

My soul so tarnished

That body feels slave

In this slavery I live

And for very moment

I try not to live.

-inanimate