We don't know,
But we are going in circles.
I mean we all know that
The world is rotating and revolving
Yet we seem to believe
We are going in a straight line
Just like that.
To make it more clear,
We think if I am 45 years old,
As if we are living 45,46, then again 43,44....
As if living in circles.
And we live like that, liking that,
Taking a toast, lighting cigarettes
Enjoying life.
I don't see the enjoyment
In living in circles.
The sun does not live in circles.
It follows a calendar
Living with us from the beginning.
The world doesn't exist
And will not ever and never
Exist without you and me.
That's why I see
Old and matured people
Specifically following the calendar.
Yes... these seemingly overlapping
Days and nights
Are actually not in circles...
But indeed going in a straight line..
Beign...
Non Repetitive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem