let the days pass
let all the dreams ask
why are we still unfulfilled?
when will we become true?
let the days pass
let the mind be as busy as a marketplace
let the haggling be haggling
bargain bargain, compromises
let the days pass
let the hair on my head be all white
let the days eat me whole
and let me fade like a ghost
let there be none of me again
i have had enough
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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