if I exist for happiness and bliss
may I be crying every night and may
I ask what no one can respond – like this?
and may I hope my life will end this day?

if I’m afraid how can I know it ends
without be’ing conscious of my death and that
at last my fear to die is no defence
but may I fear that I am never dead?

can all these lines not stop the thoughts inside?
may I think all my rhymes are just the frame
to find a sense for every line I write?
and if it’s senseless, who is there to blame?

I can’t exist for bliss – but it may be
that bliss is something to exist for me