From the past
  I came
  no one knew
  my name

  since in some corner
  of space and time, all alone
  my silent life-story
  I ceaselessly write-- just for my own

of me a wandering poet
a voice heard by no one
yet I have no doubt
there's a place for me under the sun

for to myself I sacredly belong
as long as life does still run
no regret or remorse will I suffer
when all my life-work has been done