WORK

Work

The steps move on,

 I try to be calm,

 but find it difficult .

 my creation coming

into existence

right in front of my eyes.

I feel an emotion,

that is joy,

 and a wonder

at a world that

 has not found

 it to date.

I wonder how

 I got lucky.

 It is too good,

 yet so simple…

This, this feeling

 of ecstatic creation

 is the birthright of all.

Yet, it is unknown.

People are running

 without a purpose,

and I want to catch

the first person ,

look into him

and ask,

 “ Why? Get out of it! Forget it!”

I feel confident,

over confident,

in my solitude and

only I know it-

all pain, all fears, guilt-

all the things

 that mean nothing die.

I find it easy

to live and by

that very fact , I know,

it has become impossible

 to live in this world.

But I know

I can take it,

 I see through people,

 even love, because

I have become detached.

Strange it is, alone,

 even in a crowd,

almost hypocritical.

I steel myself, calm,

 knowing fully

 the battle ahead.

I seek to be now alone,

 this earth beckons me,

calls me, speaks to me,

 and I feel the infinitude,

 of being part of this earth

and the earth a part of me.,

 like the first man on earth!