I am a stranger in my own life,
I am an outsider in my own territory,
I am an unknown in my own world of reason.
I am lost;
I dig through layers of mud,
Through the decaying memories,
Through masks, pretenses, compromises, blind beliefs,
Through a past, strongly influenced by loud theories and pointed fingers.
The world’s adventure was my adventure,
Their game was my game,
Their life was my life,
Their passion was my passion,
Their defeat was my defeat.
After the soul-sapping battle,
I am ashamed of the journey.
I crouch in the shadows,
Assaulted, beaten,
And mercilessly molested by temptations.
I am lost in the wilderness.
I envy
The great leaders
Who, like a lone oak tree
That clutches firmly to the barren harsh grounds through sun and storm,
Have the courage
To fiercely defend their individuality.
They are the motors of the world.
