Many times modern poetry

Many times

Many times, I don’t know what to do

Layers upon layers of mazes of loneliness

Hesitating and struggling

< p> The light in my heart is on, but I am lost

Many times, I am absent-minded

Seemingly running around recklessly

Running around non-stop

My soul is curled up in the corner of my heart

Many times, I choose to follow blindly

Losing my own direction

For fear of being left on a deserted island.

It seems that this can be tolerated by the world

In fact, many times, I am not even aware of the things whirling around me

Move

Others’ disparaging doubts

I don’t know where I want to go

I just follow the trajectory of my consciousness

Maybe

I am incompatible with this world,

But I only care about you