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Responsible duty is still a pleasant weight on my shoulders, so I know: it would be good to live and hope! No one answers my wandering questions with deaf prayers, while the unruly present embraces me with its suffocating tentacles, and common horrors break against me; I would be paralyzed by the cries of the chains of the chains that want to tease. I stand helpless, alone, on the known, much-traveled road of my future!

With sleepless, crow's-feet-covered, glassy honey-eyes I stare into the deliberately deafening mosquito-bite night: help, compassion, pity are of no use at most, if with giving, holy love someone takes my sweating two hands in mercy.

Pitfalls, pitiful wolf-traps Hidden in the depths of the scheming, insidious eyes - They break upon my merely remaining, settled life unceasingly: who else with angelic devotion Can extend his hand to me in bounty?! For by my self-pitying pains I may at least know that I am still alive! For now I'm still burdened with a beautiful, sparkling burden of responsibility!

Sooner or later, my frightened, orphaned, little-boy questions will be answered by someone who will take pity on me, because he accepts my whimsical ramblings. I would try to show in the depths of my soul, deliberately concealed: what is in me and how much more am I worth? Into the purple-loop of my heart secretly creep memories begun; my eternal friends write me love letters in flight, and I hesitantly nod afterwards.