torsdag 28. februar 2002

Desert Landscapes

I wrote this poem 11 February 1996.
It's translated from Norwegian.

Time is nothing
Time doesn't come
Time doesn't go
and doesn't exist
of itself
Think about the universe;
emptiness rules
where you are not...

It is you
that come and go
It is you
that watch over
desert landscapes
and meaninglessness
It is you that fade
burn out
give up
and trow your dreams
in sand there
History is you...

Because time lies
in the seeds of your actions
and that's where destiny hides
Thoughts and heart rhythm in you
have no value
as long as you never
let them guide you...

So let all your steps
let all your words
be colored by you
Let all the roads you must walk
forever have some traces of you
Don't let the day met you
when you are not prepared
You know;
The meaninglessness you find there
is really yourself...