CART

CART

another cart
I am
   tired of carts

keep asking myself
what I am doing wrong
or right
to find myself forever
being stuck in one

pushing pulling
being pushed
being pulled

tumbil, trolley, cart
tired of them, sick of them
whatever name
to
attach
to them
in whatever language
still exists, whatever language
I have spoken

and yes it sounds poetic
sounds cool and
sounds fun

to think
first time I stand up in my cart
see the sunrise
feel the Sun

warming me
back in this life

speak whatever I need to spesk
still have to lean

cart
   around in my head re-
incarnation to reincarnation