I'm not surprised
by this unsettled world
due to the misuse
of invented technology
I have an aim to settle
That is a puzzle.
The poet writes about the moon
which creates a flooded river of thoughts
I'm the invisible friend of dreams
Do I have the right to settle?
That is my puzzle.
Moving without lags
Sliding without direction
Of course, I can’t run
It is strange at my age
To ask, "Do I have no right to settle?"
That is one puzzle.
Words without definite sounds
Light awakening my sleeping eyes
In my dreams I live in untold silence
I’m sure, I’m settling right here
That shows “I’m a puzzle”.
No comments:
Post a Comment