限度

文/Ken

一排排的笼子里

幽灵们在嘶哑地狂喊：

-- 放我出去！

终于

上帝被打动了

-- 出去吧  孩子们

铁门大开

幽灵都飞走了

无限度的空间里

任意翱翔

不需做什么

也不再被需要

整天无休止地翻飞

寂寞了

失落了

隐隐感觉

已被上帝忘却... 

记得在牢笼的墙上

钉着一块木牌

写着： 工匠

这是上天在提醒

你是谁

派何用场

哪些该做

哪些不该做... 

这  其实没什么好

也没什么不好

醒悟了

无限是上帝的责任

人  算了吧

不要奢望

否则只会孤独  痛苦...

Limitations 

By Ken Fan 

Arrays of iron cages, 

Desperate spectres are screaming:

--Let us out! 

God finally heard them,

--Ok, go, my children! 

The gates fly open

And spectres all run away. 

In an infinite space, 

They do nothing

And feel free but unneeded. 

Just flying around day after day. 

Finally getting bored and lost, 

And feeling forgotten by God. 

Still recall 

that in the cages, 

There're plates hung on the wall:

"Labor"

This is a reminder for:

Who you are, 

What you are. 

What you should

Or shouldn't engage. 

This, might not be good, 

And yet not too bad either. 

Enlightened, at last. 

Infinity is God's responsibility. 

For a man? 

forget about it. 

Don't dream too far, 

That only causes miseries.