The Trade Of Loss Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Had there been
Any day eventful,
And the evening
With the journey long,
And I would loose myself
In the thick forest,
To find the route again
Consume the span of years;
Then I would feel pricking
Of the disgruntled desire,
And feel stifling close,
If the air
Would become annoyed.

Had there been
An ocean of troubles,
And with the desire
To swim across,
I would loose several ages.
These all bits and pieces
Are at hand,
But I am not the being
That I must have been.
I know not
Where will drown me,
My passive thoughts.