I was feeling a bit low,
superficial and egotistic,
I guess a slight bit idiotic,
so I drove, only drove,
somewhere that never matters
searching for the hidden place;
The only place that matters,
that was lost somewhere
in my newfound materialism.
There were these tall trees;
a forest beginning,
just beside the pavement on the road;
Trees with high branches
with a few dying leaves left
and a small mountain behind them.
I wanted to stop the car,
just leave it in the road,
jump out and walk into them
and slowly just fade away; only unconsciously,
until I am nothing, only a shadow,
feeling nothing, knowing nothing,
not exactly dying; going transparent,
until no light can touch my skin,
until there is nothing left to see,
nothing left to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem