Obsessive Maneuvers

Like the ether, the breezes of contemplation penetrate me

So I find myself dazzled by the halos of imagination

And I am not one of those who claim to be scholars, but

I am possessed by what my subconscious mind does not comprehend

So my life has become a martyr of yesterday and tomorrow

Whenever the whims of my mind attack me, doubt

And when I possess myself with love, I extinguish them

So I have become like a port for the ships of my obsessions

And I no longer care about myself, so I wait for its arrival

But an intuition comes to me from excessive longing

So I learned not to waste time

And I became certain that the waves of life will not stop

Because I do not think about myself, but I am inspired

And I do not write, but my pen rebels against me

And its ink flows until the pores of my words dry up

And my letters fall on the pages

So my thoughts visit me, fleeing from themselves

And my longing teases me to return to me

So I talk to them if my chest tightens, but

I do not deny my honesty

But I find myself longing to reveal it

So I began I lurk in all colors of love

And for the sake of beauty I still resist

No matter how much it seems to me that I don't care about the past

But now I surrender to nostalgia for its ruins

So I start to free what was imprisoned in my thoughts

Then my obsessions return to me again

No matter how much I reject their existence inside me

They come to me whenever I search for hope

So I leave the world of noise and boredom

But unfortunately time has no mercy on me!

And I always find myself writing or drawing

So who among us is the unjust?

Are my many obsessions to blame?

Or have I become more generous because of what the revelation brought me?