They kept on throwing me
like a piece of rag out of their way –
onto that lonely path that happened to be mine.
And so I kept travelling
All alone on my own way.
With every step, a part of me broke off
some love, some sense of happiness,
some lost hope,
some dream about what could have been
Some ability to trust
The destiny of my dream already left behind –
like the cries of torn families after the war
like the transcendence of silence after a storm
Like the emptiness of sound after the dusk
And now it’s my turn
Staring at the vast horizon I hurled myself into the stillness.
This was my emptiness – pervasive and ubiquitous
This world is the dream and my destiny.