On Essential Matters


I am not alluding to the ‘lost generations’
So much has changed of what it means to be lost
Long live the people of prosperity
Who sacrifice freedom, for the power of superiority

Maybe they see life differently
Act more decisively, set more goals
While dewdrops moisten my emptiness and loneliness
After prayers in the snow, that went unanswered

I am not typical of my generation
So much has changed from East to West
My longings have grown and been crushed
Like dozens of times, a broken-heart gone unanswered

The twinkling of stars do not care
There is no Eastern River to sail down, where I live
The tea is cold, my true love is only inside
A Shepherd of my soul that I sometimes hear

Sometimes after, sometimes ahead of hope
This silver frosty world is like transient snow
Laughable as we find the problems of history
There is no road for you but the essential matter
Where do you place your heart, and what do you count?