I am, therefore I think.
I think I have grown tired of these walls, so I walk out on the veranda to a fresh view.
The walls are gone. My perspective has changed. My protection shed.
The hair on my body dances from the breath of the gentle breeze.
I did not know they could dance.
I see the sun orange and red calling me. But in what land does it lay to rest?
I know you, my neighbor. You enter a castle, but by simply entering are not made king. You have told me what is there, but have not become. I have so many neighbors. Do you understand?
Who am I now?
Where was I before? I seem so far away.
I want to become. I want to know.
The firm earth will turn to sand. It blows here and there. Can you catch a grain?
My friends become enemies overnight and would cut my throat with a word.
How can the beautiful blue sky turn dark and dreadful so quickly?
The sun is so beautiful orange and red when it’s on the horizon.
I want to touch. I want to know.