The Ordinary

The sun is in the sky,

It is day.

The moon is in the sky,

It is night.

 

The room is containing me,

It is the room at home,

Fruits are eaten,

I like grapes.

 

The purplish mode of the grapes,

Very ordinary,

Very contrite-

Not.

 

I suddenly realize,

The sky with the changes from blue, green, white to black,

The sun with yellow and orange,

Look very beautiful.

 

The purple grapes I swallow,

They come out in brown,

Colors-

Strange colors.

 

After attempting so long at education,

And having taught a few,

Socrates was right after all-

We know nothing.

 

But the many things around us,

Surrounding us always,

Will perhaps always be shroud in secrecy,

Unknown to many.

 

I sit-

Eating grapes,

And looking at the colors in the sky.

 

Unknown.