mirage of the swarm

He drives hopes and disappoints

himself and misses a hope he enjoys

and is certain that he will fly even

if his wing is cut off... he longs

he sees feathers scattered by the winds

so he tries to take them and goes crazy

but the mirage of suspicion did not precede ignorance

and did not reach what he seeks and hides

he saw a flock that passed by him in the blink of an eye

the mirage of the flock is the hardest thing to bear

so he flew... he saw space as space for him

but did not reach what he thought

on the land of imagination it has an incident

so he did not reach the appointments he thought

a bird came to him and sang and consoled him

but the ghost of what moaned did not benefit him

and hopes did not come near

and what art hopes for did not come near

if man's doubts about what he sees in the distance are lost... his cause is lost