Desertion

Dust covered sycamore leaves are hugging in the grassland
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold

Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore

I know
I must creep out of the wineglass
Then wake from the dream
Finally, feed the stray dogs with my desperate heart

I stood up from the long stone bench
which is not made for me in the first place
I know
I must get something to eat
Then go to work
Finally, disguise myself as one of you

I deserted my body and left
Amicable Earth follows my step