a time comes
for an awakening
you look at yourself
as a stranger
you begin to dislike
what you have been drinking
or eating, you have starved
yet you do not want to eat anything
you float like a hot air balloon
you rise up to a sky
you burst and then you fall
without feeling anything
you awaken to the idea
that you have turned into air
that you belong to everyone
and yet you have no one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem