Oh, my dearest life!
How are you
–
What are
you?
A fleeting
moment,
Or a long,
tiring journey?
Manipulating
old hag,
Or innocuous
young beauty?
The more I
walk your ways,
The farther
I want to run away.
Oh,
enchanting, enticing sorceress –
Your bewitching,
gory gaze!
The gratitude
of your existence,
Yet the rue
of your commence;
For some
you are flowery,
To me you
are means to an end.
You wait, for
you know
That we
weaken under your weight
Deceitfully,
you connive
Our mortal
decay.
Oh, my
dearest life,
Your gentle
smile;
You urge,
and you give hope
To keep
going on, to strive.
What are
you, how are you,
My dearest
life, I ask –
As I have
no clue –
How after
having seen you end,
Would I
want to start –
All over
again –
Fresh, anew?
