Out of Control

It seems that this body is out of control

I feel that I will fall from the fifth floor

I cannot find myself, where is my soul?

I cannot control my mind asking me to run and jump

As I think of many things in front of a lamp.

If writing is a special gift

In the vessel of oblivion I don't want it kept

My life is an open book to my fellowmen

Sacredness is found in the clarity of pen.

I cannot control my thoughts, feelings and ideas

They are singing in my mind like a thousand orchestras

I cannot control the words that flow within me

As the wind keeps on blowing silently

As the wave rocks the restless sea

As I express my admiration to  things

that are full of beauty.

No one can grasp and restrain

What I want to express vividly

No rules  can ever dictate me

This is not anarchism, shut up Authorities!

From the tiresome system of the world

I want  to be free.

I will write poem until I recover my brain

Until I lose my mind and had gone insane

Effusion always manifest itself in time

Like the undying hymn and sounds of rhyme.