There's No Such Thing, Present
one day, while i was walking along the way as usual,
a strange thought suddenly occurred to me, i stopped
and turned back instinctively
“don’t stop, keep going your way
because the truth of the matter is the footmarks
you left behind are nothing but bitter memories”
the present is something i dropped while moving
in and out of the past and future, investing great value
in ordinary things that can physically be felt, is shattered
to pieces, a broken glass full of rotting wine
“don’t content with the status quo
because it’s nothing more than the sand
in your palm, it’s an illusion you may see or may not see”
i was thinking the future is nothing but a rainbow
hanging in the air seeing colors through a prism
comparing myself to a gross looking wriggling maggot
“it seems to be a good omen when you look up the infinite space
sky is blue and the sun is brilliant, but don’t be beguiled by those phenomena; actually the rainbow is the burning vapor struggling
not to evaporate, the sun is a tyrant and the sky is a figment of
the spectator’s imagination, it intersects with all kinds of prodigies”
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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