Or give up ideas which you got across!”
I started to feel like falling apart:
My body was tired as hard as my heart.
But then an old man said, “You can’t make a stride!
Oh, it will be better if we go inside…”
We came to a library — empty and small –
His eyes were insightful.
They begged to tell all.
A fiery feeling of trust for that man
Absorbed me,
I poured my heart out then:
“Only a few people like what I do!
Maybe it’s me and my point of view?”
“It is. You’re unique… and so is your truth.
Hear what I’ll tell without further ado:
Don’t care what they say!
Don’t try to pretend!
Describe your own thoughts
And do this till the end.”
— This is a moral
for every poet.