A man is closed in his world
despite that all the signs tell him
come to the doorway
here tomorrow has already arrived
get up and go out into the sunlight
to the wide open spaces
Locked in his gaze
despite that she whispers in his ear
magic words
that she knows
things that he already does not
he does not feel how the moon again shines in his window
A man is thrown into his solitude
until he is beaten inside himself
and all his life he goes on a winding road
from his day of arrival until the day of his departure
A man dives thus into his depths
and so his life moves between wall and door
suffocating air- for the blowing wind
and his poetry
is the flame of his life and the fire of his heart