Silly, isn_t it_

I am not interested in teachings anymore.
I do not try to see you anymore.

I don't look for you in crowded thoughts.
I can't remember what it is that you have told me.

I have no plans to be with you.
I can't remember searching or calling or praying or resting.

I can't seem to remember anything,
even this I—is only a game I play.
I can't make any differences out.
It's silly isn't it?

Summer 86