I do not work
with my hands,
not for the betterment of society –
I waste away the days
by thinking endless thoughts.
the days, which pass
empty
without result –
I wander the streets
day after day –
I look at humans and doubt —
— until now I have not learned to live.
until now I have not learned to see
the meaning in the meaningless:
just life –
soon again I can work,
again tighten muscles
again let thoughts fight. –
now I know, that I never see the worst,
never the last.
that everything can be lived,
everything must merely be understood
in order to be loved.
that all life is good.