Pack life into a few lines with me.
Can i create my own
happenstance
out of life's uncertainty
as a need to live
Maybe accept that I am
a subject of own will
giving in to no reason
for anything
Making shapeless eternity the source
of my motion
to love
Feed me from the outside
feed me on the inside
to complete contentment
so from this irreason
coincidences can close the circle
to my happiness