The HumıLıTy Poem by Sebastian Soberania

AT a certain age in your life
you do not wish to spend money on anything
you feast your eyes
at the window of the shop
and you go away feeling so sorry for the world
for those
that keep on buying and finally not using each item
keeping it
and forgetting it just the same

At a certain moment
you walk away into a far trail
following it
faithfully
soaring your way up
trying to find a place on the top of the world
and merely looking
yes looking
silently gazing
on the villages below you

sighing
asking what have i done to my life for all those 50 years?

sighing and then feeling sorry
for having worked much
and earning more
erasing all the possibilities of the meaning of your life
focused on those tables and chairs
and floors
forgetting how the sky looks like
how the stars can be
amazing
how a mountain can be majestic
naked and without
the clothes of grass
or the decors of fog

how you can be too small
and be too beautiful!