Stop searching for me,
Stop quivering, almost pleading yourself to death
every morning, for not having found me.
Forget not that there’s hardly a clue of my existence, that
I’m not the only star in the dark sky.
Because the light that I emit, is
probably not even mine.
Stop looking for me in every picture you see
and stop trying so hard to be like me.
Hasn’t anybody ever told you that
I’m just an illusion of your feeble imagination?
Stop illuminating my thoughts in your head
and never have notions about me,
For I always turn out to be ridiculously
different from what they expect.
Stop trying to find an answer in me because
I’m not the answer ,
and I definitely know of no question.
Stop trying to be me, because one
of me is more than this universe can take.