for food coming to your table?
you are not hungry anymore
and you get bored.
life is so rich around and inside
and we waste it with waiting,
hoping, going against our instincts.
we discuss morals, ethics, religion,
sociology, our past, feminism, psychology, our behaviour, our facial expression, the meaning of life:
definitely we talk too much in situations
when we should just cook our own food
and eat it gracefully without having come to a place where we must feel annoyed
by the lack of what we need.
now i feel so detached...i must go for
a walk and see...all so far, nobody is near,
maybe not even me.
show me ..call me and i can be here. i am thirsty, give me water.
not words.
my words are only mine,
i have another world to give,
my life.
do i still want to?
in the end maybe all was only
a poem and when it is written
it is gone, once read forgotten.
this is up to life.
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