Imago

The inner self.

IMAGO

I seek for the truth
as my eyes walk on the route
but I feel nothing but a single root
hiding below the sole of my foot

I realize that I commit mistake
That I done every move that I take
And now the clock moves as it tick
but no one dares to talk as I lick

Now, I turn up and stand
As I feel I was caught by a stun
And do whatever that I understand
to know the thing that must be done

But at the end I found it real
that no one can understand its deal
that truth comes only in reel
we can't really understand what it mean