This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
People are running
People are waiting
But why?
A rush is everywhere
Hurried glances, anxious eyes
A murmur is present in every face
The desire to go, yet stuck as if nailed in place
Every day, every day, rising from bed and leaving as if enduring an endless torment
And there is a return, like an ambulance trying to make its siren heard above the honking
A sense of urgency is everywhere
Like people scrambling to avoid the rain pouring down as if from a tipped glass
If you ask why this haste
Thousands of people before your eyes cannot give you an answer
Why this struggle—the desire to go but inability to escape
Perhaps if you ask why not escape
Thousands of people have never questioned it
They have surrendered themselves to this flood, unable to resist being swept away
Perhaps thousands have simply not cared
This false wheel, it is not my concern
Let it spin, I will mind my own path—thousands of people say this
People are walking
People are running
People are waiting
But why and for what?
They do not ask these questions
Thousands have never thought about them—or have avoided thinking
Yet there is another truth
A genuine meaning, and a clear, unmistakable truth that answers these very questions!
