have we forgotten how to walk?

After the orgasm, the last

i walked like an Egyptian

for two hours,

then i forgot.

After my last inspiration,

I could fly like an angel

until i got too tired.

This world is inhospitable

and often hostile to the soul

of men and animals and trees

but here, in this part,

we complain though we

have enough to eat and drink

we say modern societies make

us clones and suffocate

our joy and our suffering

we say anonymity, pornography,

commercialization of needs

make us slaves and cripple our heart

we say life is empty of meaning here

and everybody is alone

and all else must be illusion

i am tired to hear this.

There is no truth in it,

to think must lead to freedom,

not to intellectual masturbation

analysis must set free

not bind us into desperation:

have we forgotten how to walk?

note:
this means i am unwilling to live
subjected to cynicism:
this is what i oppose.