To beg to be understood,
to pant and pander for the approval of people,
is akin to sleeping with dogs.
The world and all that is in has no value,
so what then of the opinion of its inhabitants?
Only the feeble wait for recognition.
I have no patience for those who prostitute their character in favour of status.
Nor those who like children wait for every praise,
I don’t care an iota for myself,
what then makes you think I would care for you?
Leave this wayfarer alone,
leave him abandoned and in search,
lost in the wonder of discovery,
alone in solitude,
drowning in reform.
-Wesam El dahabi