to cross this page

i think i should think about the sun
i think i should write not poetry
but only
recipes of cakes.

i think i should not think anymore
i think i should believe
that would my think
won't provide me
any other thing.

i think this is my new game
i believe
it won't give me softness
it won't make me bigger
or even
better.

but
and there's always one more "but"
to cross this page
i should read it all

for bottom to the top
since the top to the start
i mean
i won't make more poetry
from this principle.


that green envelope
is outside there.