I am the duffer,
in the realm of intellect,
endlessly burdened.
I am the duffer,
a murmur
I caught from society's lips,
softly whispering,
echoing in my ears,
I am the duffer.
In the workplace,
fulfilling my obligations,
my colleagues surrounded me,
murmuring, "The boss knows,
this man is a duffer."
I sensed, through
glances and gestures,
what they implied,
I am the duffer.
I pondered the trees,
wondering why they exist,
what purpose they serve;
they proclaimed clearly,
in the fresh air,
but I couldn't grasp it,
as I know,
I am the duffer.
The universe speaks a language,
communicating with all,
yet I remain lost,
for I don’t understand
because, I am the duffer.
The flowers sing sweetly,
the birds twirl and sway,
the monkeys play games among the trees,
but I can’t decipher it,
because,
I am the duffer.