Excerpt From The Paper Basket Poem by Judit Vázsonyi

Excerpts from the paper basket

I'm just looking at this person who I am.
I hear her babble, I hear and I am listening to.
She wanders uncertainly in mazes,
strains for goals or stands protractedly,
researches, cogitates, writes love poems,
memories will be tears on the paper.

I'm just looking at this person who I am,
she doesn't plan ahead, maybe just a day.
She takes a smile out of the closet
and put on in the morning - Better than it was yesterday -
thinks that and carries with care until evening,
who breathes behind it may be forgotten.

I'm just looking at this person who I was,
I'd rather see her completely dead,
to hand over her place to a new, another self
then I would be the Self, who just look at.