Writing My Soul Down
Writing my soul down while it is raining
The dark night appears like a vast stormy ocean
Expectations defeat me as I dream each day and night
Being emotionally paralyzed, I wait for the moment I can rely on my senses
Sometimes the perfection might be in the imperfections
Sometimes it would be better to be wary rather than foolish
Humbleness should replace arrogance
Honesty should replace dissimulation
Exhaustion might hide anguish and grief
Nowadays, popularity and lavishness classify people
Idiocy and platitude endangers arts and culture
The most important values of this society are to be popular and wealthy
Everything can be buried in the abyss of the ineptitude
All that I can do is write my soul down, scribbling notes.
Esther Racah
