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