Zen

The heart

sing praises

broken greatness

concrete jungle

dazzling neon

colorful libido

elegant violence

solely

on the hungry street

meditate

confuse

draw the direction

distressed

play the goal

everything of world

in the eyes

like virus

alive

and dead

copy itself

desperately

do not

know reason

Just

like zombies

Repeating

incomprehensible actions

me

now

the poem

when will it end