Between the Beast and Ubermensch -vers libre-

How should I know
where I've put my thoughts,
in which pile of inner dirt
I should find the reason to live?

How should I know
what did you say last night
which pile of thoughts contains
my feelings about your smile?

You say - "I love you" - I believe,
don't undestand though how should you
notice, that the same words
that come from me aren't quite the same?

This is abyss
between the Beast
and Ubermensch.