Who Am I To Myself?

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

Between Me And Life Is A Faint Glass. No Matter How Sharply I See And Understand Life, I Cannot Touch It.

Friends: Not One. Just A Few Acquaintances Who Imagine They Feel Something For Me And Who Might Be Sorry If A Train Ran Over Me And The Funeral Was On A Rainy Day.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.

And Let Our Despite Go To Those Who Work And Fight And Our Hate To Those Who Hope And Trust.