I am piling words
and serving them on platters
in my presumption, to sensible people; -
hoping some chords would be touched,
incrementally convincing,
or even influencing them sometimes.
What is the purpose of my living
if I do not add up to human knowledge,
however little?
So I go on piling words
as a reactionary
or sometimes, as a proactive being.
I share my dreams,
concerns of society,
which nourishes me
and sometimes gives pain.
