My Satisfaction
Whatever satisfies the rest of the folks
Does not satisfy me most of the time
There is always something missing
Like the kernel of the rice
Like the nectar of the flowers
I am always looking for an essence
A meaning
A resolution
A ‘what next’ scenario
The path after all.
The big home
The food, the fame, the possession
The glory of being in lime light
To be an idol of common folks
Looking for drama in real life
So full of void for me
But I wonder
The glory of hologram on a soap bubble
If I look for an essence and burst it
Could it be a void after all?
((*.*))
November 13, 2002 |