The Only Life Left

As the common occurances of daily life pass beneath my gaze, And as yet the lives of my desire and fear aimlessly wander their ways, Because I must always search for something solid, and possibilities continually sift through my mind and soul like sand, I wonder often whether it’s possible to build a new world, a new life, where good and excellent things need not be fought for eternally—to give to man.

April 1969