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Poets Don't Sleep

When can happiness be felt?





When you make an effort to doing something, its feeling isn’t so enjoyable, it is so hard to going well, painfully unwell things are so many.





Then it is not so happy, but if its effort goes well and something is accomplished, it reminds you of passed moments, and you feel it was the happiest moments, but you cannot go back to those moments.









Thereby, accomplishing something is one of shell, sinking feeling.









Poets’ happiness is taking no rest and to keep going to think something, even seen dreams they analyze seeing those not only seeing and analyzing after ending of those dreams but seeing analyzing it anytime simultaneously.





They think this is a dream, and analyze why that kind of person can appear in this dream, analyzing all of those reason they see dreams.





Myself no doubting any reason to dream and myself analyzing reason to dream its dream, there’re both of them in them.













Then poets don’t sleep.





Even they sleep, they wake up.









Happiness is thing which you cannot point something out telling it is happiness.





Happiness can be gotten even if you need to get.









Even enjoyableness and good feeling, if they are maintained so long time, they must be so hard pain for you.





Sometimes you ought to crave for being not so enjoyable and feeling not so good, having a day without any especial feeing. It is natural to human-beings.









When you are doing something, must it be enjoyable happiness?





When you accomplish something, must it be fun and happy for you?









If it is so, poets are always doing and writing something, anytime cannot have a moment for accomplishing something, doing so is not enjoy nor happy, it would be so natural.









For a person only to think something, time of not thinking anything is a time to be felt fun and happy.









If you doing something waking up not sleepy, all day, open your eyes surely and you can make it taken shape, and take a rest drinking and sleep, is it so happy?





It is surely so, maybe.









But when you do so, it isn’t happy nor unhappy.





But you do it so well and can sleep thinking remained work you should do tomorrow from today’s ending part believing in tomorrow’s coming, it is probably so happy for you





But its tomorrow may not have come to you anymore.













Because you are alive, you are scared with a death of you.





But if you live everlastingly, is it so hard and painful to you?





If your body can be moved by you everlastingly, it would be so happy for you.





But if your body is the thing for you to be so anxious not to move so easily and you mustn’t stop your body moving anytime and you do so, probably you take apart from your happiness, don’t you?





If you don’t think anything, you are anxious, you do only not to think anything, you are anxious too, you choose a way to delete any anxieties, you are so happy if you can do so well?





But if you are conveyed to that situation, you are so easy to receive your death so relaxed you must be sure so.





But simultaneously if you think that you cannot have even anxiety, you must be so anxious of it, don’t you?





Having some anxiety is not so bad thing, you must think so.









Then poets don’t sleep.





They can’t sleep.





They have nothing but discovering happiness and joyfulness in not sleeping.









(28th Nov., revised and completed at 30th Nov. 2017)



(This poem was released in othe my blog "examplewordpresscom1616" at 4th Dec. 2017)