Das Leben liebt mich nicht?  Ich liebe das Leben!

Walking slowly, to the end of the day.

Where the sun is to lay down – in the street’s olden stones.

I force my eyes - looking into the light. But fail see end.

 

I love the sun

The sun loves me not.

The sun is too distant.

So close yet far away.

 

I’ve walked the earth. The earth ate of my flesh.

I gave flesh unwilling - but what could’ve I done…

My life has been better - than most could’ve tell.

 

I love my life

Life loves me not.

I love this love

But love – loves me not.

 

This road and the walking… The sun, then the moon…

Then ends. The beginnings… Me moving – ahead?

Was I walking back all this time? Was I frozen – in time?

 

And “a rose is a rose is a rose”…

But - no more.

Love such overwhelming

Overwhelms me no more.

 

And I’m still walking. Can’t stop to be resting.

As rest isn’t stopping - to stop isn’t end.

End might be beginning but stopping might be not.