I AM MISSING SOMETHING

I am missing something,

I imagine my work to be done

Not in smoke, but in colorful strokes,

In liberal way of existence

And I want to make it a space station,

Promising platform for aspiration,

But all my attempts are settled

Into compromise, in clogged force,

As if a heavy fog hovers over in my life,

Horizon is not seen,

The great blue line has lost its abundant race,

And I am moving into nothingness.

I am missing something,

My leg slips from intimation,

Fingers are not on my skin,

I cannot stare steadily over arousal,

Sounds of my love go beyond selection,

I am brought to the bottom of love.

I am missing something,

As a solo performer, I am dull,

As a touching man, I am cool,

I cannot put wit to my living pattern,

I put myself in neatly inside of solitude,

I am lost in the rigged sound of world.

My dream gets an axe-blow in echo of life,

And I do not understand the world.