No body s here

I buried with a deep regret my life intense,
Wherever I wanted – thus! stopped seeking.
I used to see the world as mother blanket,
Which has the rivets of ideas and whims.

Now? I’m just a man, a daily pity worm,
A striving body with the will of “Be”.
And all the features that I used to thorn,
No longer mine.
I came to here to just to see:
Why old man is so unable quit?
Why choice has this inevitable end?

Posses? No, thanks!
I’m just a riding soul.
A roving mind with a tiny wonder.
I used to think that I could love
Now, admiring is the peak of feeling.

Resist? No, thanks!
I’ll put it clear,
Too free to lie, too humble to express.
And all that love and colours of beneath
Nor body, nor my soul can achieve.
 
I’m not a man I used praise,
My shadows cliffed into the rock of life.
And in the silver glass the last to see
A face of stranger with no desire.

No sorrow leaves in hands of Truth,
The day this person disappears.
The light that thunders through my flesh
The richness of incredible niche.
Repeating doubts in gloomy fears.
The smile.
          The breeze.
                No body’s here.