a realization hits  like the sudden fall breeze 

Then I begin to think in imaginative ways such that I could not put it into words

And I can’t decide whether it better remain abstract or should it be concrete 

I am afraid of the thought 

That if I become realized I can be the prey 

Maybe the “ghost theory” isn’t sufficient at all

The desire that makes me question myself

Just because this is what people tell you should do

It is just like the space 

It nothing yet everything 

The temporary feeling of revenge 

Is it a instinctive aspiration? 

Or is it just a impulse-response? 

Is it true to wait a consequence 

Like you assume everything is just lined up along a string ? 

I don’t know 

Sometimes I want to cry out

Why the Lord of Probabilities 

Why do you act this way? 

Why have you caused borders 

In any manner

That I and everyone cant overcome? 

What would happen if I die now? 

I know it would not an ambiguity 

I want to change everything 

But also afraid of change

Perhaps it’s again because of him