Some claim that I chose to come here,
that I was not thrown onto this planet
by the invisible hand of some creator.
Some claim that it was I –
tormented by the remembrances of the life I left behind –
who chose my present state.
The question, then, remains: What did I come here for?
Did I come here to make some statement?
Be somebody specific?
Do something in particular?
Participate in some way special?
Could it be perhaps that I brought myself such a long way
to fill communicative gaps in people’s lives?
And if so,
why then did I choose to make the process so humiliating,
at times, and the result so minute compared to the effort?
Why did I choose to make myself unhappy, unwanted, excluded and unfulfilled?
What was I thinking?
What sort of plan is this I devised?
How can a soul, travelling in the universe,
from a position so insightful,
have chosen a role so complicated and disturbing?
I’m doomed, it seems, to walk alone on this
Communication Highway,
My occasional fellow travellers coming and going
as fleetingly as dreams.
If my plan was to make communication
more smooth and meaningful,
if this is what I came here for,
how come my Communication Highway
is so bumpy and empty?
How come so very few inhabitants
voluntarily decide to walk with me?
How come they are so frightened when touched?
How come touch is not a practice around here?
How come I chose a planet so untouchable and cold?
My name is Earth
My name is Homo Sapiens
Do not touch me…Do not touch me…
that I was not thrown onto this planet
by the invisible hand of some creator.
Some claim that it was I –
tormented by the remembrances of the life I left behind –
who chose my present state.
The question, then, remains: What did I come here for?
Did I come here to make some statement?
Be somebody specific?
Do something in particular?
Participate in some way special?
Could it be perhaps that I brought myself such a long way
to fill communicative gaps in people’s lives?
And if so,
why then did I choose to make the process so humiliating,
at times, and the result so minute compared to the effort?
Why did I choose to make myself unhappy, unwanted, excluded and unfulfilled?
What was I thinking?
What sort of plan is this I devised?
How can a soul, travelling in the universe,
from a position so insightful,
have chosen a role so complicated and disturbing?
I’m doomed, it seems, to walk alone on this
Communication Highway,
My occasional fellow travellers coming and going
as fleetingly as dreams.
If my plan was to make communication
more smooth and meaningful,
if this is what I came here for,
how come my Communication Highway
is so bumpy and empty?
How come so very few inhabitants
voluntarily decide to walk with me?
How come they are so frightened when touched?
How come touch is not a practice around here?
How come I chose a planet so untouchable and cold?
My name is Earth
My name is Homo Sapiens
Do not touch me…Do not touch me…
