Questions

Is there happiness or not? What is the meaning on Earth? We are cast like dice… But in whose game?

And why are we cast, And where lies the grace? Unfortunately for us We shall never know…

We rush like a sail Over dark water, We are subject only to the stars And to fate's mighty power.

Our heart beats Like a bird in a cage. But why does it beat? I cannot say…

Perhaps we descended From some other sphere, And we wait—but wait in vain— To return home from here?

Perhaps we were settled Upon this Earth, And we know that our home Lies somewhere—far away…

Often I think—I ponder in earnest, Yet instead of answers—only new questions come… We shall return home, I know not when. Only our soul remembers the way back again…