FEELING...

If you forget the life he left
simultaneous and equal his coming to his going
and space is only one point with no dimension
and if time is the moment that dilutes the emotion;
Then what will life without his going and coming?


Feeling ...
sensation and feeling at the time and suffering
and joy that diverts attention from the pain
company ...
solitude and companionship all day


Madness ...
Laughable nonsense and madness and cause tears
meanwhile
fireflies that glow at night peasant
cockroaches are just bulbs for rear


Deception ...
Disillusionment and disappointment conglomerate coalesce ...
and poured into such beautiful memories and invented.


The past is the past ...


Is it really my memory the truth of my past?
Or does everything have invented?


The past is the past and I have already stepped
and buried under


And the future?
Do not need the past to be better tomorrow?
No errors or complaints,
without distress or emergency
without excesses.


-Always on sailor
-Understood ... Captain ...


And the past is the past
often heavy
as heavy as lead, such as oxidized iron
we dirty shirt of this promising
this past is an anchor
so heavy ... so heavy
irreverent and plunges us
deep in mind
without any meaning.


So my present decline
diluted my future
as I sink in the past
so slow
so heavy
so depressed and buried ..