The other dream!
We could not be part of a small wish
We could not be like innocent children
Part of summer or rain
I did not become a human being
Singer or musician of some gathering,
I have always been the servant of my own ancestral home
The story could not be interesting
Or a tale popular in the folk
In trying to live life
I kept on feeling hungry and thirsty
I wanted to be like a poem, but
I could not be a good language
From birth to birth
I have been
Part of the wish of these and those
We could not bind our life
Kept binding plans only,
Childhood could not play freely
Kept cooking food like this
We could not be
Part of the primitive wish
To live life that we always dreamed
Being preoccupied with anything less
We have grown out of time
Now it seems, we had all lived a different life
Once we little cherished, less desired
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