My will is limited with bounds of self-control.
When life outlasts itself the only friend is boredom,
To split with boredom there should be no bounds at all.
I'm turning chaosward to make up with my conscience -
These lumps of memory, this embryo of guilt...
When conscience waves white flags I'll clear the list of options
Leave but 'DELETE' and press it on until it's killed.
I'm turning chaosward... do not know where it leads me.
I'm new to chaos - still I hope it would release me...
10.05.2011 Michael S. Feive
