Analysis of Waiting

Leaving the tribe, away from the ally
On the abstract ground
Creating the separation, leaving addiction
In the fence of consciousness.

Hearing irony, taking all the blame
In a three-way pain
Measuring on what scale, in pressed utterance
In the past grief.

Whom to tell, which way to go
Can't find direction
In the lap of darkness, the day fell
Covered in the darkest night.

Tried to liberate, making the statement
But keep on running
Among the appraisal, remain waiting
On the muddy shores of the river.