Caution. Why do we push ourselves? January 23

Replace caution.
look begind you, there. I am talking as usual
to the wind, letting the sun pass through me.
I can only hear myself when I eat chicken,
I never eat chicken.

I would like to swing, pendalum, to-fro to-fro
passion should climb steps, to the third floor
will I survive? My notebook has random scrawls
what do they mean? Why am I jumping hurdles?
Surely, I can find something to do
which engrosses me enough
to breathe softly
like somone
playing
a flute,
somewhere beyond these walls of my room.
I am following a trail, I can follow a trail.