What Is The Silence Of This Long Day For?
What is the silence of this long day for?
What is the inner nothingness for?
What I am for?
What is my life for?
Once there were days of meaning
And now endless time stretches before me
With nothing to do in it-
Oh to be old and useless
Is not the joy of life
But to not even be able to pretend one is doing something
This is the emptiness which is even worse.