What do you do when you return from your inner trail search

In your own interior

And you find yourself unchanged

Will you call yourself a stranger

Will you admit to yourself

Your unconsciousness

Towards your inner side

Your emptiness strokes your being

But you need the sentiment of grievance

Look into your eyes

Remember the day

Could you say it was worth living it

Then you wish tomorrow will not come

Because now yesterday is well-known

The perfect interplay of otherness and self-doubt

Results in the state of death

And ends in listlessness

Now you fit into the mosaic

And you will drown in his false appearence

So they even have taken away your death

Look into your eyes

Remember the day

Could you say it was worth living it

Then you wish tomorrow will not come

Because now yesterday is well-known

Creeping past self-control

Hiding in the narrow lance of affection

All this is you

And so the distance to redemption grows

Deranged by the disappointment

That everything you disdain reigns in yourself

Now you know that you will never reach yourself

Requirement becomes an unattainable utopia

Abandon or keep on losing

To face or accept anyone's weakness

Now you compete with yourself

You rip up your own inside

No longer caught in the own system

Look behind a wrong self portrait

What you will find is what you are

Locked up spirit

Narrow minded

An inner excavation

So this knowledge needs a decision

The realization implores for an acting

You resign

And maybe this is a new beginning