Empty one

My heart was furious
And my mouth never stopped
It said nothing but moved a lot
And the listener was shocked
There was no meaning but intensity
Of my on suffering while being very much alive, while still dreaming
Without a meaning
And she was observing
Speaking a little but telling me to speak.
Idle.
And i spoke nothing but love
For her eyes
Her mouth
And the memories
Which is older than half of my age today
A seeker of wisdom is a fool
Because as the masters said
Ignorance is blissful

Ardic agus