In this heart, in this mind,
It is my world, it is my whole,
It captivates, it controls,
It can brake, it can bleed,
It holds in tears, it holds in joy.
It's complete, but so beautifully incomplete,
The perfection of an non-absolute.
It giggles, it grins, it laughs to the fullest.
It weeps, it screams, it's full of anger.
It's crazy, it's madness,
It joyfully insanity that wishes not to end,
Never, not, always allowed to move,
To be free, to soar, to fly,
To indulge in Hellish form of life.
It's richness, it's fullness, it's happiness,
It's Heaven to the broken path.
It's living, it's the way, it's the edgy angle,
It is my completely-imperfect-absolute soul.
