Pain

In a different life

I would be surrounded

By flowers On a soft meadow Within a castle Yet I am here

On the sofa Amidst the Furniture Clothes and dishes There is no point In dreaming I realize Life Has a way of Unfolding Mysteriously logical In it's own ways Without the option

To fight the

Path Life is not court You can't plea

To judge that you are

Not guilty The punishment is The existence you Have You can't ask the lawyer To defend you

For smaller sentence The verdict is Existence You have it. I can't do more

Or less

I do my best Aware that I will never

Understand The way my actions

Will unfold In ten years I will look back at

This moment I hope I understand Then What it was like To be me Now.