Nothing New - Poem by HaNeKin Square

A walking, talking conflict
Struggling to let it go
Spiritual has no sensibillity for the automatic
Better just to blow (not whistle)

And there you go
Your discontinuos flow

Found your self on no mans land
No sign, no road, no one to ask or to give a hand

Seems like everyone abandoned you
But you dont feel sad
Are you alive, are you dead?
Or have you finally gone mad

Is this the surface they've been talking about
Should you go North, West, East or South

Well, I guess it dont matter now
No one really knows how
In this desert you find
Forget about the smart
The only thing left, the only one right
Is a corny old thought
Follow your heart

I didnt. So?