I have a
responsibility to write
what I think
I have to
spend and save
money at the
same time
I realize I
have to be
more delicate with
money
I don't care
much of my
economic situation
I exist in
an another and
different level of
the universe
I haven't got
spiritual desires
I'm not very
productive with writing
because I' m too
obsessed with shopping
I feel miserable
when I think
to shop
In the modern
quarantine I'm out
of control of
my mind
I don't carry
anything good inside
me
Unnecessarily I seek
the perfect inspiration
I want to
be out of
anxiety and worries
I'm not mature
enough to understand
humanity
It would be
easier to live
my existence if
I plan it
I don't trust
myself in the
best way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem