I look, I seek, I feel, I try.
I sometimes lie, I seldom cry.
I don't know yet what I'm to find.
But yearnins always fill my mind.
What is my aim and where do I
Go forth and forth until I die?
What if the answer that I need
Does not at all exist indeed?
I put my burning restless heart
Into each day, in all my deals,
In words, in songs, in pain - so sharp!
In everything I think that means.
What end might I meet in a while?
I wildly eager to foresee...
Oh, future, shining stars or death?
My destiny calm may not be.
10.01.2014
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