Imagine My Boredom Poem by Atef Ayadi

imagine me,
walking inside a theater
(the theater of one's choice!)
actors, the sound and light
engineers, the director,
the audience, and other insiders
are doing their business as usual.
that is the boring life
i am
planing to escape.
i escaped many times
before.
i failed each time, because,
i found myself in
another
civilization's theater.
it is true,
now with the 'ai'
there are
no prospects, and no ways to escape!
or should i consider
the unthinkables...?
i always think
that going ways
backward in time
may heal the self.
which is an escape by itself.
of course one's tables, fables, stapled naked ads and labels, and one's balls are
different from mine.
of course.
of course.
of course.
that is my escape.