Wondering with no directions
Beautiful water-rock battle
Or better, love

There is no tutorial that could give me the skills
Poems are either bad or good
I don’t know what the writing is about
Just write, I do

It doesn’t rhyme
Because no effort, I want to
But I keep passing my pen

No meaning, like my life
Oh damn, what a drama
Yeah, drama…
What is the meaning?

To where am I heading?
Should I really rationalize these things
Or should I just ape around, eating bananas

It might be not the most beautiful
Not the ugliest
But still a poem
And maybe that is life

Life is this
The awareness of reality

Waves are still sending soldiers
Against the solid things

Don’t they get tired of the same war
Everyday, the same clash
Time is tough to catch it

It passes but it’s quite unique
As some would say:
There is no past or future, these do not exist
Only the preset

Apes need to eat bananas or something
I’m an ape
Therefore I also need

What the fuck is that poem, she asks
“Baby, I’m as lost as you”