SATIRE

                                                
                                                        IDENTITY LOSS

WHO am i who talks but walks 

without a  shadow to signify my presence;

without a reflection on the mirror which hangs

on the wall and having a false existance.

From the empire of delusion

WHO has the desire to retire

and to illusions set fire

with it's entire falsehoods?

IN water-filled potholes

faces wash-off of fixed false images;

false impressions and false appearances,

WHO is ready to expose a true appearance?

WHAT am I who's a shadow

of someone i follow blindly wherever,

WHERE are are own ways of yesterday?

THIEVES, thieves, thieves we are thieves!

WHERE are our own practises

and languages,

WHERE are the answers?