Myself

Out and out feeling frazzled,
Coming down with some dissatisfaction,
As I come out from some clumsy situations....
This is the long way of life.

Usually get tired of this worldly content,
Though I am not dissident of any social norm...
Though I am not against of any contact, agreement made by people....

But out and out feeling frazzled,
Coming down and down searching my inspiration,
Sitting in a while, closing my eyes...
Somewhere I lost myself like a child,
Doing something unreasonable...
Something carelessly...
And something on everything I do,
I find out myself as what I am now.