The Infinite Walking Poem by Beyza Dut

I would like to meet him
When he is young and up

Up and walking
Walking in the infinite energy of sun
As if we all deathless
And the whole liveliness
Is all in stableness
in a very full battery

Along the side walking
Slide along, ride the running
Fast of excitement

Pointing the vehicles
And motorcycles

So, it's all about the cars
Which is your passion
But the more is; vividly you're passionate about.

As you're shining
Maybe being in the sunset on a day time
The time is like 5 o'clock
And you look like 35 years old

Surrounded by your golden light
Around are the trees within their brown-old-still-bodies
Your fast walking, which I've never seen
And trying to keep step with;
though being a seven-teen, teen


I always would like to attune by your side
Though you've never stepped in
Lack of finding your own rhythm

Solely now, you can not even temporize mine
In the age of elderly man
And bed off streets
None of lying down

The streets are on
But here's a very slow walking
And I'm just seeing nearside
And I'm missing those golden days-never existed-, millions of times

Which I've never caught
which I will never be able to catch.

So same as my daughter
Who I'm missing so bad