My poem

The wait is over
Flowing in instincts
I go,and the waste is over
All I seem to know (is real now)
My life has become
A secret
Left above the grave

Flowing with instincts
The waste is over
Flowing in the open

Look into the light
Its not green or red
Transparent
I'm not in your head
Don't lie to yourself
I'll Reveal why I'm open
I'm a your secret
Left above the grave


All said, once said
I can't control the view
Choose a new channel
And check your pulse (today)
Searching, you'll never find
All the secrets on a screen
(- of this life-)