Unknown Mess

I don't know.
Wheels are moving,
Tears are dropping.

There is a rock on my heart,
where i want to place a mass on my head.
Hearts are trapped,
Minds are flying,
There are no force to pull the limbs forward.
Backbones are gone like the invertebrates.

I don't know.
I was sunny,
but there are a black hole in my chest,
that engulfed all the lights,
where the dark are left.

I was constantly falling,
in the dark hole.
finding ways to come out,
but there seems to be only vacuum,
without support to hold.

I don't know.
Life seems to be a mess,
Communication is hard,
emotional expression was suppressed,
when collectivist live within individualist.

I don't know.
Overrating of happiness,
where words are swords,
slicing every piece of cardiac muscle,
where voices were caged,
courage were miniaturize,
while fear are magnified.

The path are long,
where i look in front,
and there are no signs of direction,
and i look to the back,
where there is some light but visions are blurred.

I wish i could go back to the old times,
but forces of time are pulling me to front,
falling and standing up again,
making myself belief in the illusion of happiness,
where hypnotism will end in sometimes.

I wish i could go to some places,
where everything is fresh,
where everyone is kind,
and everything is to be known.

I hope i could go to the side of god,
where there are eternity,
sadness are swallow by the glow.

It's messy.
It's unknown.