they say
to be unhappy is
to overthink
do not overthink
that is the
key to the door
of happiness
with rusty door knobs
and dusty
doors you must enter
and
clean. You ask how not
to overthink
there is another door
to that door which
you have to open again and
once outside you
have to feel the rain
the mud and
walk away and step into
another world, walk
to that stretch of
road towards the
hill circling the bush
but only for
a while. When you
return
it will not be the
same again
you have changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem