Maid Corbic
Every time I see the world around me
I remember; to be there
I love the wild and don’t consider myself a freak
I just like to dream about dreams
Because the galaxy for me was nebula alone
And a fictitious phenomenon every day
When I look high, up into the sky
I see all the anomalies and small secrets
Although I’m not aware of that yet
That the time for me is yet to come
And that I am a very young man
I’m just afraid of one for now
Yes, my destiny is still present
There, in the bosom of my soul
The intermolecularity in my heart drives me to move forward
I still find myself very special
Just because I think about my universe
Which is made of nuts and beauty
Which no one can approach yet
And even less no one to taste them
My meaning and reason for existence
Imagination can always do anything
And the reason for my laughter is the nebula
Molecular space since I live
My eternity, from my dear little one
I don’t want to be left alone
When the others leave me
Because what is life if I don’t dream dreams
And to catch the nebula at least once more
Bare hands; the space of my universe
The heart is full of love and emotions
Intertwined with the most beautiful space of feeling
Which still knocks forever in me
I am ready to give nebulae to someone
But this time if it happens
At least I give myself some hope
That it’s not all so easy
As I think; the nebula is my view
Galaxies from which I always feed
Because stars and astrology give strength
To believe when it’s hard for me
In the impossibility of one’s identity
And the nebula, the nebula is still beautiful
What a great avant-garde emotion
When I survive I can still have realities
Which give me the energy to believe
More than ever in energy
The stellar paths of humanity!
(Maid Corbic, a 24-year-old poet from Tuzla, is acclaimed for his poetry, having received multiple accolades. He also serves as a moderator for the World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity (WLFPH), promoting peace and humanity globally.)
