Let It Be the Fate

Let It Be the Fate.hwp

0.03MB

 

Let It Be the Fate

 

Schopenhauer’s decision that

To live alone is the fate of all great souls

Nevertheless shows how the souls feel lonely

In the human veins of instinct.

 

The blind life flees away and

Echo of love is so reluctant that

Time and tide is regrettable

For nowhere satisfaction can be found.

 

Let’s assume that the time which

Looked indefinite entangles into the lone trail

So that we have often a sorrowful clue

With the tides of a dock rolled away

And our regretful walk is stranded.

 

Whether the road which was not taken has been

Unable to be trodden or to return where we were is

Ambiguous enough to remain a puzzle of the earth.