
Paper Narcosis
Through a secret operation, they transferred my mother’s fears
My soul had been exposed to paper narcosis
My disposition had been surrounded by frowning faces
The axis of my humanity had been shifted
There are works of conscience in progress on its main arteries
My father had not taught me to how to ride a bicycle
That’s why I am his son being late for everything
And my old man used to say everyone gets matured in their own shade
That’s why I cannot break off from my mother’s cradle
Yet a human being seems to be a fault line in another person
While everybody was going through a multiple interest deficit
I gently embraced my fear of heights
I let then write in my identity card “always assumes a humble attitude”
While the world is growing older on the horn of an ox
I don’t know whether it is because I don’t have a chain watch.
All of my memories get mixed with one another
That’s why I beg you My God to save me for the prayer of a child
People are running towards themselves inside the crowds
They hide their modern illnesses behind their glasses
Commissioned friendships increase the dampness of disloyalty
But as a lunatic out of the sight of the heaven resorts to guardianship
Crying out to all stony picture of the blind hearts
“I say death, death, it is the telling narration of life!