be-libas

I want to wake up once again,
naked,
in the grasp of nothing but my imagination,
in the knowledge of nothing,
and in the memory of nowhere.

I want to wake up in the lap of wotelse..but love,
And see nothing but that,
to see my body through the eye of lust,
May be a lust for love.

I want to chase nothing,
and i would be lying if i say,
don't want to be chased by anything.
I look at the mirror and wonder how would I be twenty years from now,
what would remain and what will I see?

and in all this i die,
my desire to be liked ,
to be loved,
by an unknown stranger, who doesnt care.
of the desire to be loved by you , the milions,
of being famous, of being nothing but just the zypher of vanity.
of deying to myself that I actually want to be that,
to live in that pretence of intelligence,
to live in the categories of our creation,
and approved by the acceptence from you and me.