In front of my tilting cage,
that little hut of plastics,
so not to suffer from loneliness,
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.

I went back to the remote past,
our home and its vicinities,
grandma and her stories
of my great-grandfather,
those mighty warriors
from whom I inherited
intolerance and pride.
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.

I went far into the future,
into my dreams and high hopes.
To see what was there,
where this changeless passage of time,
where this endless kick of my heels,
could possibly one day lead.
I travelled far and wide,
all in my thought
I have also travelled to eternity,
to see my soul at the end of this mess.
I travelled far and wide ,
all in my thought.

It is woe
to think of a day
in the realm of thought, dominated
by the affluent and the politician.
It is woe to think of it.
For on that day,
there will be no place to take refuge.
No journey will there be
in one’s own thought.

Neither police, nor boundary,
nor citizenship and poverty,
nor politics and creed,
prevented my good journey.
I travelled far and wide,
all in my thought