On the heights of despair, where light falls askew

On the heights of despair, where light falls askew, I rise through the abyss of thoughts as through a dream, The whole world is an absurd song, without meaning, And yet, behold, my foes, the mountains do not laugh, And the worms, silent, do not sing, only I, solitary, Watch as illusions dance on stage, Dressed in garments of clouds and smoke. What a wonder to love supreme uselessness, When morals and aesthetics break like reeds, And religions become just shadows of forgetful gods, How to live when all around is just dust And your soul trembles under the eternal weight Of the void that holds you close like a mother Who has lost her child in the desert blizzard. Ah, but the absurd, this playful demon, Casts its light on the chaos within me, And I lose myself in questions without answers, In love with something formless, A love that stretches like a river You cannot touch, only feel its flow And lets you drift in the drift of eternity. Without purpose and without aim, my love Is a play of shadows under the emerald sky, And I, a lost dreamer, bow Before the absurd, for only it gives A semblance of life’s meaning, a reason To pass through time like a traveler Who does not seek a destination, only the journey.