Leila Cankaya's poem follows someone who goes off to distant places and gets battered there. The speaker describes harsh weather, a shaking body, a wind, and a person so cold they seem made of ice. Out there, the speaker sometimes throws themselves into the streets "like mad," then at other moments hides in the shadow of a tree. Both seem like attempts to hold on: to "catch a dream" and to grab again the branch of "the life tree."
The turn comes when the speaker, exhausted, goes home. Instead of relief, an odd "easiness" arrives "without reason." The last lines are the sharpest: you can die "of boredom" now. The poem suggests that the dangerous, painful faraway places at least made the speaker feel alive, while safety brings emptiness.
The mood is tired and uneasy, shifting from desperate energy to flat numbness. The broken, uneven phrasing and the slightly unusual English add to the sense of someone worn out, struggling to put the feeling into words.