The Chair Poem by Sergio D'Amico

I am sitting on a chair,
not a very expensive chair,
yet i know it is not right,
that I never thanked her
for entering my mind.

I want to sit down for a while,
and rest my eyes on a
more comfortable sight,
to look at others stare,
while I listen to the breeze,
make conversation with the trees.

I want to stand up and
without any doubts
move forward towards the crowd,
without having to turn around,
to look at some forgotten ground.

I want to go into the sea to swim,
maybe wash away my sins,
as I listen to the sirens sing
their hypnotizing hymn.

But then I choose to remain on my chair,
for as I will move closer to the crowd,
and listen to hollow sounds,
part of me remains on that chair,
and I will never survive these hollow sounds.