How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life
How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life,
How I detest this banality that spreads like a heavy mist,
Over the fields of my soul, how from the depths of my being,
I despise their simplicity, those nice and simple people,
With their eternal price lists. How my blood boils,
Under the burden of this monotony, like a volcano hidden beneath time,
How every moment with them becomes an endless market,
Of lost dreams, how every smile is a coin tossed,
Into the fountain of boredom. And I, a traveler on waves of thoughts,
Try to escape the chains of normality, to rise above,
The clouds of dust and routine, to seek a place where the wind carries,
Thoughts to untouched horizons, where there are no masks,
Of conformity, but only an open sky and the promise of infinity,
Where the soul can stretch and dream without limits,
A place where life is not a mere transaction, but a whispered poem,
By the waves of a forgotten ocean, a place to spread my wings,
And fly, fly far from everything that means ordinary,
To a realm where every breath is a rebirth,
And every thought a new universe, a place where magic lives,
And time loses its power in a dance of the eternal.
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Dan Enache
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