What right do I...

22 Dec 2003

English, Intro-Dialogues, Personal Journal, Personal Processes, Poetry

Stream, 2003

What right do I have of speaking of life?
I have not lived enough,
I have not seen enough,
I have not listened enough,
I have not said enough.
I’m not more than a little grain of sand on the beach.
I’m tired of being toasted by the sun and rinsed by the waves.
I’m tired of being in a endless warped cycle
In a place I’m imprisoned, by choice, by impotence.

From my old blog Procuro nas palavras o entendimento do mundo.

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