What I see

The spatial sea

The temporal reality

All this melancholy

They force me

Questioning constantly

All that escapes my lips is -

Why not quit?

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What I hear

The noises that crowd my head

Messages of inaudible frequencies

Decibels of meaningless words

Questions so deep,

I believe,

I am losing my mind

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I am tired

I can’t write any further

I feel a lot

But …

Am I a failed mapmaker?

With no more pen ink

Scales at stake

The compass losing the centre

Am I a failed mapmaker?

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Akshara