I wonder if I ever had known
how fragile is the hardest stone.
To wear and tear all things are prone.
So leave me now to die alone.
I wonder if I ever had a heart
to give away or to break apart.
Into the wind I throw my dart.
Where it lands, I care not a fart.
I wonder if I ever had a dream
to be a king and to reign supreme.
Twice I stepped into the same stream.
My life is not what it would seem.
I wonder if I ever had a soul
that I could neglect or control.
What does it matter, after all –
to see the parts but not the whole?
I wonder if I ever had a chance
to lag behind or to advance.
Under the open sky I live and dance,
I am awake and yet in trance.
*Painting – “The farmer” by Max Liebermann, 1894.