Outside Poem by Koo Kooo

With the scattering thoughts
and regretful problems
I start to walk
outside, outside, outside
but I know not where exactly
straying dogs are barking sharply
at the light from the neon-bulbs,
in the sky, no clouds, no stars
and no one, here and there,
front and behind, the cars,
wheeling , shaking the air,
vibrating, assuming for a good ear
as unhappy sounds,
and let me hear unheard melodies,
then, I cut out my thoughts and feelings
and search for something
somewhere in my brain or heart or hands
but not in my legs, nor in my steps,
seems never stopping,
I search for something, for something
that I've lost inside me.
Ko Oo