Detached from the dust of this world
and the old, clamoring, foolish men who play it like a board game,
I am unfettered.
The measure of success I hear people repeating
like some diabolical mantra
is scaled in units of desperation, selfishness, and failure.
I am out of range,
long ago I had already adopted
humanity.
I feel this poem with all my might! How wonderfully said! Haha the dust of the world could be nothing but the greed(money) Loved the end, my heart read it a bit different it lost one n but aquired a wanted peace : I am out of rage, long ago I had already adopted humanity. Thank you for this marvellous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If just one person enjoys something we express, it is worth so much more. Thank you for breathing life into my art Elena!