Mercy.

When I am immersed in thought,
drunken from this heavy draught
which I with my freedom bought,
I am by confusion caught.

So I look for a way out
for the turmoil sounds too loud.
I am shrouded in a cloud,
wander helplessly about.

But if I my ways correct
it does still remain a fact
that it's thinking once again
so this effort is in vain.

When I say: "It's fully nuts!"
mercy comes, which  karma cuts
and existence, raw, unpolished,
comes in front, the rest abolished.