What can I do, Abay?

His poetry is always there when I need them,

Sarcastic, bittersweet, and thoughtful.

No need for alcohol or drugs,

Relax, turn on Shopen, and reach your zen,

Why am I obsessed with you, Abay?

Maybe I am getting close to die?

Maybe I am wrong and you were right,

Maybe it is not a time to philosophize?

Cheap,

Ignorant

Greedy,

Envious...

Another person, the same society..

2 centuries apart,

Look through my eyes, Abay

No difference...

@ Thom Yorke