I can’t hear, I don’t know…

They choose what they want to hear

In the stream of conscious sounds

Although at the same time

All distractions render them unintelligible

To receive the right amount of knowledge

Whilst they avoid reading

For a reason unknown to me

Collecting manuals

Instead of bookmarks

Will the text kill them with its appearance

So isn’t it even worth a look?

Cutting creative corners

Against nature and culture

Is it worth it?

Is it inspiring?

Does it lead me somewhere else where I haven’t been yet?

I strongly doubt it

I was there without that spark inside of me now

And if it’s there now, why would I want it to disappear

To spend the most valuable time

Copying someone else’s work

And not leverage mine?

Upstream

Lies the most treacherous speculative plot

It takes me nowhere where I could belong

And not to lose all my soul

Scrupulously stemmed from a rare source

That’s why I can’t let it go

As it is

Without leaving

All behind

And don’t look at it now

Or never

And be fine with it

Forever

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October – December 2021

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Thank you for reading!