Clear and blank, thoughts pour in one by one.
Truly alone, with me and my solitude,
Feeling so complete with joy even when nothing is yet done
I now know, see, that which troubled with certitude.

The silent bullet in the heart
Burning ever so lightly, eating away the thought
The cause, my passion for an illusion
Led me astray with vagaries and delusion.

Software, computers, one of what i Love,
Maybe for all eternity i shall crave;
This Hole, Enterprise, Organisation will not save,
The motive nurtured to the grave.