Posted July 16, 2008on:
I used to float on a raft,
Bathed in the bright sun, washed by the cool winds,
I believed it to be Land, and so they also told me,
But someone told me, it was just a piece of wood,
Afloat on unsteady currents,
Then did I also not feel my balance asunder, my knees tremble,
As the raft would bob on the waves?
So I dived, to look for Land,
Cutting through the waters, confident,
Deeper I went, and deeper,
But where was land?
And I went deeper, darker and murkier the waters became,
Still no land in sight, only a bottomless nothingness,
Which stretched further than eye could see,
Was there any land at all?
And how I longed again for my Raft again where I had once stood,
But how would I ever find my feet again,
Knowing how my piece of wood floated,
On a vast nothingness without bottom.