E = mc²

The mosaic of my life lost its colours

The rag rug of my mind is torn

My best friend is my worst enemy now

I will fight but I don’t know for what

Without a target I’m hunting for a solution

I studied a lot but nothing of it is useful for life

E = mc²; but I’ll swallow the bullet anyway

Maybe is the target myself at all

Too clever to love

Too busy to rise my voice

Too sick to think right

Too naive to slice my enemies

©Toni.Temptation