Why suffer all the heavy thoughts,

why not drop them all,

have I grown too soft or lazy?

People busy doing their stuff,

hurting their heads,

playing games—is it worth it?

It can’t be helped now.

Once I looked at the foggy meadows,

green mountains, flowing rivers,

and devoured them all.

Now I’m tired to the bones,

and just waiting for the

consequence

of my impertinence.

