I look at the pages of my diary
to see whether my reflection talks back to me
I try to step outside my mind
to observe the pathway of thought
I desperately search for hints of embrace
in my heart, mind and speech
I trace the evolution of sanity
and hope for everlasting sense of rationality
It’s an experiment on self, I claim
while wishing for great fame and fortune
It’s just an expression of self, I say
while deep in my heart
I am as greedy and petty as possible
