GET OUT OF THE CYCLE

Already you wait, tense and impatient, stealthily, and not only because of cowardly actions and words, human reason, a warning, a quiet order. And yet how much you have said in your stubborn, stoic silence in your molasses life so far. The Odyssean blunders, the petty failures of your repeatedly vile, new beginnings have long since been swallowed up by the ever-accelerating Time: the eternal stream of pessimistic grains of sand.

Your unkillable memories, like murderous, stinging anthills, swarm in your spiralling head, and you can hardly know yourself: when will the false sincerity of your feelings strike, mock you, betray you?! 

If the One-False should find you, he will exclaim aloud, perhaps with a laugh, "What has happened to you?!" - he will ask, as his gentle, slender hand caresses the stubble of your bent face, for he is interested in all your petty secrets. - Outside, others prefer to dip their pious truths in a Molotov cocktail of phlegmatic superficiality, for fear of their inner selves being exposed and having to show their suffering human faces. 

Your greed and your ruthless, conniving career bed, if you're not careful, will change places cruelly every minute. Here, only he who is a king in ass-licking and an unbeatable player in his network of connections can understand the sublime words of success and happiness. 

The uncertain future always beckons back, beckoning the unconscious present. Your folly may yet make you strike your swollen ankles a thousand times. Perhaps you will live to see it yourself one day - if you don't die before your time - your sacred happiness, your yarrow-life, will suddenly be yours, boldly and unexpectedly!