Mental Vacuum Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I welcome the mental vacuum,
I know it will not remain empty,
the outside strain is hitting my head,
and I hope a break through soon.
Fresh winds will bring new thoughts,
I cannot create a new soul,
but,
I can still inhale and mend my soul,
yes I can't give birth to a new soul,
yes I can't kill my old soul,
I think I can give a new dress to my soul,
I can make up its face,
I can heel up its dents,
I can paint it with new charming colors,
I can make it mobile.
I can make it penetrative
to enter the nucleolus of other souls,
I hope it will be a thing of beauty!
But before all that,
I'll have to stripe,
and the society may not allow me
to stripe publicly,
but,
I have a wash room,
I shall wash my old soul in loneliness,
and when my mended soul flies,
I hope the creator of my soul,
will welcome it with a smile,
and that smile is my goal.