So

Danijela Bojanić, Serbia

“So”

So tired was my body
Wrapped in the dust of dream
How long will I wait
Until my consciousness loses its stream?

So tiresome were my words
Trapped slily in the throat
How far do I have to go
To find the sailor without a boat?

So weary was my soul
Taught never to stoop
How much do I have to give
To get rid of this loop?