Man longs to leave a mark
On this world before he’s gone;
Some carve their names in stone,
Throw pennies in white fountains,
Circling aimlessly around this
Endless struggle to find purpose-
Some mad immortal preservation,
Just like a miniature spider
In raging winds trying to climb up
On his slender web.

Some seek to preserve themselves
Through their offspring
Creating an image of alienation
In children’s perception.
It is somehow an attempt
To live at least twice
To fulfill what they did not in their prime.
But it never does work that way
And seemingly innocent goal becomes
Doom for their love and pride.

If you asked me what I wish
To leave behind when the time comes,
The answer would be nothing;
I desire simply to disappear.
My only request being to go before you
For without you I’m as good as gone,
The soul reminding a broken stone.
I do not want people to say:
„Look, here, that was a inordinate love!“
I long to vanish without a mark or sound
only with eyes open, in your arms,
looking at my past and present
beautifully materialised,
holding your hand waiting for warmth
to escape my body for the last time.