Who are we?
Poets, musicians, outsiders, dangerous beings
We those who cannot remain blind
To this hypocrisy that is humanity
What is it that we did to be damned to all eternity with such suffering?
Can we see the light, do we – did we – may we see it?
Is there any light at the end of this journey or is this a train coming toward us,
In this hidden covered and enveloped by darkness – this tunnel so opaque
That we can’t even see through ‘t
This life full of high aims and dreams but no direction
These long wanderings that make us wonder and ponder in the dark
And yet we find no answer.
Is it uncertainty that keeps us alive or
The certainty brought by uncertainty?
Will ever any soul listen to our outbursts, our truth, our cries for help
I dare think not for
As Kafka said - there’s hope –
But not for us.