During dark nights, I ponder my existence within our world.
What am I other than a deranged scholar and writer?
Who am I if I am not deep in my sickness and delusion?
What is my purpose if I am not dangerously in love,
With my partner or my craft?
The more I analyze the corrupt society we live in,
The less I understand my position within it.
To belong into our society would be a wonderful,