Random voices, hidden noises.
It makes me jealous just to watch
Maybe because I am so uninspired
My life so undesired by me
But I find moments of peace
When my mind is calm and the day so less dreary.
I marvel at my good fortune,
And I do nothing to think twice
About the stretch of life that lies before me.
Of which I have no certain past.
What is known is that I have love and I have life.
Well enough.
If I could just love life.
If I could just know life well enough.
I’d want to shake its hand and introduce myself
As a promising prospect.
A Dead Language 