Coping with Rejection

Don't take it personally
The doctor said
It is your weight son
My mother said
You know you need to conform to the norm
My friends said
Your target market is naturally limited
My best friend said
Then again I say these are not!

I am not sad
Or hurt
Although
The day that
Follows
Is always
A bit heavy
On my left side...

I asked him once
What am I doing wrong
"You 're chasing a dream and I respect you for that"
If the whole world spins to a particular tune
Why would you want to whistle another?
Truth is more important than life
And truth is always painful and ill-suited...

There is a simple path in life
Paved with corpses
You can choose
An eagle
A fishing spider
A mosquito
A mole
A vulture
A komodo dragon
Or your own corpse…

But when you choose
Make sure you can stand
Yourself,
And opposing whirlwinds...

You can be either a lost island
Or a lost ship
This little matters
Since essentially the journey is the same...
Who shall step on my lonely sandy shores next?
To which harbour will I find you at the docks waving your neckerchief?

Today I laboured
Burying yourself under tasks for execution is always...
And when I went back home
I put my feet up a chair
Draw a long full puff of my vanilla – cherry pipe
Exhale and close me eyes

And as i close my eyes
And dream
My pain loosens
Your figure as I remember lucidly
fades
in its world
That of ideas…
There my soul finds consolation
There the noise stops
There again I will find you
To fall in love with you
All over…