Reflections on Distance and Longing
I could not touch that border;
which awakens the senses when touched.
Everything of value is neglected,
Simple imperfection is forced,
Incarcerated in a low intelligence prison,
What a strange destruction under the pressure of surrounding stupidity.
I can’t see that scene;
Which can defeat my failure.
I can’t feel those feelings;
Which is life or way of living.
The objects of folly are precious creatures;
Waiting and talking to myself;
A lot of planned confusion has been going around for many years!
I could not go to those destinations;
Where I am supposed to live.
My body shuddered some small words!
I sometimes find nothing;
But I have many things.
I can’t find any explanation;
Which will give me something new to think about.
I could find no way;
Which will give me the opportunity to walk again!
Originally written in August 2024 — previously unpublished.