What really makes me feel and move?
What makes me what I am?
What deepest currents of the Doom,
That give me strength to think and prove?
I am a game. I am a quest.
My name is sound of the wind.
And every day is hidden test,
That doesn't give you time to rest.
I am "nowhere". I am "again".
Like everlasting yes-and-no,
And if you'll get into the game,
You'll feel some day: your life is vain.
And what is you? I still don't know:
You have your riddles still to solve,
It means for me the way to go,
It gives me sense to live and grow.
I feel I'm getting really deep,
But it's too late. It's time to sleep.
Question to the Night
© Copyright: Elsie, 2003
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