below the stated target

All the memories you dream of reliving

Are but pictures your parents could print

And they did it to buy you a future

But you sold it to go back in time

They warned you to not remain backward

In your hubris you charged into buildings

Which in turn spit you out in a frenzy

Now you gather the scraps of what happened

And maybe you conceal a contradiction

A contradiction which can never be resolved

You can only hope to not transcend it truly

as you solve a local problem by enlargement

From the village to the growing global markets

Can mediation still conceptualize creation?

Then you struggle with abstraction

From a Western point of view

And you struggle to establish more relations

And you always fall below the stated target

You are only apt at finding constellations

In expression lies the devil

May you juggle heavy words

May your limericks prevent your own salvation