Dialogue With Silence
Good morning silence,
could you tell me
what is it to live...?
It's just that I don't understand
life enough,
I'm a learner of everything...
I understand the further I conceive
I realize that I perceive nothing...
is that living ?
live life like
minor thing, but
i dream life as
huge thing,
look at everything and nothing
i sight or have, tired
from waiting so long,
is this living...?
Life is vibrant,
but I live still...
life runs speedy,
and i am here always
stagnant... at the banks
at the train, in the car,
always seeing life
pass...
To observe life is to live?
Different people,
passing indifferently...
diverse people,
various garments,
different thoughts,
different destinations...
I attempt to understand
and I don't comprehend,
to understanding is living ?
Now in front of the
house gate, i review
the family, knowing over
things, turn on the radio
listen to news. and then I ask:
is that living ?
The silence does not answer...
Tiredness hits heavy,
the head now rests...
Tomorrow morning again
the ancient routine of living
life, life continue...
I don't wait for anyone
and it is necessary,
live life...!
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