O mind
My small ruminant
Chew­ing with your untir­ing teeth
Days gone by
Pulled out from the pages of a book that no one reads anymore
What are you look­ing for there?
It’s just a point­less routine
Or like an ancient gold miner
Sift­ing the sands in the streams
Are you look­ing for some pre­cious radiance?
It’s all in vain my darling
Because every­thing in this world is worth­less in its own way
The great prin­ci­ples are often rain­bows beyond reach
Where the day’s sub­sti­tutes are hanging
Dri­ven by lust for mon­ey and short-lived passions
Noth­ing from the past can be returned to me
In my remain­ing days
And the nature of the world won’t have advanced
Even a sin­gle step
If when I reach the end of my days
The child in me is far better
Than the crazy man writ­ing the poem
 

2009

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