Esra Sarioglu

ferries passing across Bosphorus
planes flying over Istanbul
catch my eye
this yearning for finding
my own vehicle and destination

why is it so
desperately maddening
to see others
distort that thing
you know to be true?

how did I
pick up the idea
that one day
I discover my pure will
that will make me real?

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