You say : They’re ruining my life. They prevent me from living.
How could they ‘ruin your life” when they are made with the very substance of life ?
How could they ‘prevent’ you from living, when they are feeding you with life itself ?
While you are dressed up as a merchant, playing shops,
or daydreaming about the outskirts of the Moon,
While you’re climbing up and down the sand dunes,
Lending an ear to cheaters’ advice,
While you’re designing strategies through people and situations,
While you are seducing and luring the prey in the lair
While you’re living what you say is ‘the good life’,
Or playing board games, chess, risk and monopoly,
Blowing a rancid breath on the dice,
Your son is waiting for his father,
Tell me, what else could he be doing ?
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