Let Me Be, That Is All I'm Asking From You : A Poem
Where the Eyes when we need to see?
Where the Heart when we need to feel?
Where the Ear when we need to hear?
Where our mind had stuck when we need it to be free?
Did you know?
What we see not always the truth
What we feel not always the right thing
What we heard not always the real sound
It could be only an echo or repetition of someone else's mind
I will not proud for the thing which is not mine to be proud of
I will not write those I never understand
If I heard a different tune in the symphony
Maybe somehow it just because it is not mean to be mine
Give up now
And let me be