A Song of Not Living Among One’s Own
They troubled me so much
that I came crawling out of their world
I looked back so many times
with the urge to return
but they didn’t call me even once

And so I was separated from my own folk
And so I grew alien

Fragmenting and scattering like communities
the pannier of my dreams crumbled

I will live in the world of solitude if I must
but I will not be miserable

for all my memories
are not tormented ones