Primitive

Worries,likes and dislikes,perfume and stench,enough and still missing.
So many thoughts and even more,all in one head,belonging to one mind.
A supernatural effort to both humans and gods alike,
Thus I kneel before my burden and try releasing it now...here.

When it started,I can't even remember,
Yet not a day passes as the voice is stalking me,
It blows my roots replacing them with it's own,
Thus I am primitive,not being able to control my own.

Live life like a fantasy. Reality is only in your mind!