The road I walk is new.

It’s made not of stone, but dirt.

There are no road signs yet.

And no bridges to cover the rivers.

The road I walk is new,

so people think that it is hard.

“How do swim?” “Don’t you get dirty?”

“How do you cope with all that uncertainty?”

But actually, I am not concerned with all that.

I am not in a rush,

I am not lazy

I am prepared to go wherever my road takes me.

There is only one kind of obstacle that puts me off:

having to go through other people’s highways.

The road I want to go through is new.

Made, like mine, not of stone, but dirt.

Maybe some road signs, but just a few.

Enough to lead me,

to the person who builds it.

Every time you eat mushrooms,

I have to try them too.

Cause, if the mushrooms turn out to be poisonous and you die of slow and painful dead,

I will die as well.

I once dreamed that I was dying,

You were beside me, I turned to you and said,

“I don’t want to lose you.”

I want to forget Gaza.

I want to forget the pain.

I want to forget all dumb jokes, old song lyrics.

I want to forget that most things ever happened,

as remembering makes everything tedious.

Forces you to become a bureaucrat of your memories, to look everything up.

As if you don’t know.

I want to forget it all

So the person of the next moment

can finally

start anew.

I don’t want to lose the human in me,

I don’t want to have to see the world through their ways.

I don’t want to have to feel through their point of view,

To be locked inside it like an alien in a space suit.

I don’t have to lose the human in me.

Simply because noone has to do anything.

I’d never choose death before life,

But if death it is, let it at least be a real one.

Wresling with my ego,

“It’s gonna hurt me a lot more,

than it hurts you.”