Have you Ever felt    extinction in your lungs?    Your deepest face    is not visible for anyone.   So weak anger, not any joy...    How can get rid    of this withering vacuity,   and accept terms?      Shapeless forms    are stubbing you from inside..    Incomprehensible,    like an uncaptured radio wave   Who can see through closed emptiness,    without outbreaks?   Is there anyone who wants to lose faith,    or even keep?      Shall we turn over the cross,   and blame someone else for   our misfortune to see too clear   the system, whose fault is this?      Well, who are you?!    Tell it into my face now!   No more exile!    Or is happiness equal with blindness?   We can't see over our interests,    and examine   the whole in one piece and meditate    on its meaning..