The young years
The youthful years have passed,
and now we have to know what we must be,
and that we must be.
Hard is the road that lies ahead,
and now we must know how to walk,
and that we must go on.
Down with false values!
I am only touched
by those who know how to walk in men’s shoes.
And even the sad love affairs,
that once gave me such pain,
And now all my pores are open,
to what must be done,
and is done.
Or I wait for death to open the bridge for me,
telling me: You can go on.