Elegy for the soul

This world has too much of what we are supposed to want,
And not enough of what we really need.

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Peace.

Can’t I?
I mean,
Aren’t I allowed
To rest, just once,
Just this time,
Just this one time, relax,
Play the fool, the kid,
The retard,
Or the one who’s always mad.
Can’t I?

Ah, for the living

Ah,
For the sign, that comes without a sign;
For the shout, that comes without a sound;
For the favor, that comes without a question
And for the word, that comes without any abbreviation!