Life would not be content
to be just a side-show
it clamours to be felt and heard
' this everyone of you must know'--

from the highest
to the utmost low
in all directions
its winds sweep and blow-

most in resignation give way
a few dare defy and declare: 'Not so'
those who stand up to fight
and would yield not, is each a true hero-

I choose to live in emptiness
to life nothing I should owe
how brief are the hours before me--
my own silent footsteps I must follow.