How did it get so far ?
See the night sky and ask: How far ?
Why am I bound to that dirty ground ?
There is so much up there from where I stand
I dream and can fly
higher and higher
and then I wake up
tighter and tighter
I am glued by body and soul
enchained by my thoughts when awake.
Life is to be bound
to the ground
and the wish for a sound
that gets us much higher
I watch the birds, no borders it seems
jealous I watch, standing in the daily congestion
to get to a workplace I neither wanted nor wished for
but was forced into by survival needs.
People then tell me be satisfied
'cos others have not even food
you can be quite lucky
your parents understood
only hard work can get you what you have
I say ok I agree but what if
most people do work hard and still not get
the chance to get by decently ?
And I keep staring into the sky and think:
The sky is the limit, but ....
do I have to die to reach something
that has no limit ?
Some people think god will get them there
I rather think of a wooden box
or a simple cloth as Muslims do
Then I surely will get where
I was before I was born
in a borderless emptiness
not knowing and existing
and plants will start to grow
on my eternal resting place
Maybe I will be one of them.