WILL YOU BE OKAY?

​The crisscrossing game of many lines,
My innocent time was consumed by the mind’s recklessness.
​Even amidst ever-new lines, the old paths reappear,
Between this seeing and not-seeing, the heart lies crushed.
​In my unfulfillment, a hostile reality weeps and laughs,
Amidst the familiar lush greenery, my memories bleed.
​Where must one go for this sorrow to fade?
How far must one walk to finally cross over?
How much must one accept to make everything acceptable?
How far is the truth? Is a lie so easy?
​You are now an object of hate,
My hatred is as true as your love was not.
Even in the guise of hate, I remember you so much,
Alas, even while loving, you did not remember me as much!
What kind of love is this! You will suffer for a lack of your own people one day.
​A person needs a person;
The day luxury goes to ruin,
You will realize I am well—but will you be okay?