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I wanted to trace my shadow to the garden
Amidst the undulating branches of the apple tree
Where your lost face might have been re-shaped
Tenses and lobotomized time slices, please disappear
I pledge to banish memories, to evade thoughts
I need to forget each day, as must you
We should devise strategies to bear this hell
How???
It is a bizarre task, monotonous
Like being a machine that works until it breaks
I can no longer speak or lament
No more pretending to be well
Saying "All good" while decaying inside
I want to depart from this existence we call civilization
My wishes in this world are still too much
Do I seek it and its contrary? Peace, love, freedom...
These sound like stereotypes...but where are they?
Cliches are common and too sweet and popular...
No straightforward and simple answers
That's fine because simplicity is suited to politics
and primarily to religions and business
and their clapping followers
Who cares? Yes, I know...But
Whether we care or not about things
things happen, photons are moving,
and the universe still expands...
I must continue to live on this planet
that is gradually destroyed by humans and
It cannot be stopped, for hell's nature is what it is:
So, I remain but a perpetual stranger
in this sustainable nightmare.