You start asking some questions, somewhere that previous answers aren’t sufficient.
Nothing matches. It is farmer dimensions, which surprise you. You search…
The charge in perspective is so high that everything is different and you ask yourself and search for something new, what is more important?
On which page can I find it?
Who am I?
Who hearts me from my inner?
I search but it does not exist anymore, there is no answer.
You have to accept that since now you should continue without asking and you can’t live your own life anymore.
You should change yourself and face the real world and you should change and review this poetry with yourself.
The human pocket is superior to his body …and exactly these Clothes make the man.
(Saadi was one of the major Persian poets, and the central poem is about the human body being superior to his pocket … Clothes don’t make the man)