Not here but there

I wish I could get drunk of life.

I wish I could sit on a table and hear poetry about beauty and amusement, about deep pain and true love.

I wish I could storm in a landscape and change it.

I wish I could see with my eyes closed.

I wish I could not hear the same string, the same complains, the same complacency…

 

I wish I would not be here, but there.