A Picnic Inside An Idea - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
Go up an up but not to the sky, You are merely a small thing. That does not penetrate into my inner mind. I don't have too much to give, But I am bankrupt or penniless Of everything or anything. Even I don not have eternal dreams All my ideas are useless, so how can I sell them? My ideas vanish like my treasures if I have. I am bankrupt . I do not have ideas to sell. I can not buy others'ideas. I am in a dream, but not one hundred percent. My Capricorn does not come straightforward. I have a little bit, but not too much. When I have I give, but I rarely get. If I catch the beginning of something, I will be in another world. My thoughts hurt me more than anyone else's thoughts. O my God! Help me! Up and up I can not fly too much because my wings don't help and broken. Hopeless and sad I can't have my thoughts work and my pockets always empty. A good luck never on my side, or a good chance is my best friend. I search for people, but I don't find. I look for an answer. but not a single reply. I don't know if I am a loser or a winner! What's the use of losing or winning? I can't be up and up My wings are broken. ONLY MY LIFE IS A PICNIC IN MY INNER IDEA. That's all!
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