I don’t want to be here now, again
painted my lighthouse mermaid with
glitter in silver and gold, played with
the picture you sent me, changed
her lips and eyebrows
Donned my black suit, changed the
world’s fate in an imaginary political
coup, hoping that thinking the right
thought would take me to where I
should be
Which is, unfortunately, NOT where
my heart wants to be at all, how do
I submit with grace to my fate? My
fate, apparently, is to be bored with
my state of consciousness
Trying to change my thoughts is failing
completely, organising a tryst between
the unwillingness living within me and
my conscience, is proving to be a total
disaster…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem