It’s my life – K.B

It’s my life

 

 
It’s my life,
Do not steal
It.

I have nor children,
Nor kids, nor wife,
Nor a house or
A car,

Therefore,
It’s my life.

Theft is
In the mind,

In the ideas,

In the conceptions,

In the direction,

In the sailing cape,

….

It’s my life.

I was a kid,
They took
Me to kindergarden.

I was a teen,
They took me
To school.

I was a young
Student,
I had to go
To uni.

I got out
Of uni,
I had to find
A job.

And the song
Goes on,

The song
Of the disposessed
Who becomes
Depressed
Because he
Belongs to
The state
And has no
State of mind
Of his own,
Following
The sheepish
Crowd
Into nothingness,
Hearing the crows
And the cries
In sullen
And barren
Gardens
Where he
Found
Refuge
To gaze
At the sky
And find
The meaning
Of his life.

Success
Is not without
Failure,

But sometimes,
Their success
Is a total failure
In itself,
The failure
To meet
The heart’s
Desire…

Envies…

Life…

Colors…

Why feed the pigs
Above with my workforce?

Is there a chip
In my forearm
Planted at birth
Or a bar code
On the forehead?

We’re missing
The point
And so does
Our politics
While
The whales
Are wailing
In not-so-rich
Currents any
More…

 

K.B

 

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