Mistaken

It is not happiness

The filling of empty vessels

From unstable roots to reasoning peaks

Inside deep and deepest

It is not purpose

But a folly

The merciless campaign of waters

against an aimless wall

It is not peace

Aquiring heavy diamonds

Soon to be trinkets

Since a worthless consumer, buys not, worth

It is not compassion

For how can forward be, it

When inward it never was

Unknown made unexpressed

It is not love

But a mistake

It feels so lovely

It is not so