I AM NOT MAD OF YOU

I know my phone calls are not your concern,

You show your human mind seeking settlement,

That makes me to move on cyclic turning.

I am alone; I know my musing is unconvincing,

I need tools, familiar shelter to make favorite things,

You may not respond; it is changed symptom.

I know it is my wrong choice

My voice is not comfortable, hollow tune,

A rudely sized pattern you may not like.

I am not outsmart creation of mind,

I know hope is not here, or it is gone,

My literacy of web page creation lacks promotion.

I know I live in a decay of my age,

A human mind cannot feel the reality I suffer,

All are moving for money and career.

I know my search is an abandoned idea,

As my web page has no merit for friendship,

To meet long time wants on my feeling altogether.

I know I am moving with fade dreams,

My body does not sway with boost of glance,

A sad part that I partake in my affection.

I know my shelter or my phone calls are torments,

I forget to think simple way of living,

And I have to learn to say, “I am not mad of you.”