Unknown
I am opening the new unknown door
With curiosity: What is behind it?
I ask myself: What am I looking for?
And I go on and on, and I can’t quit.
There’s no-one to give me a helping hand.
The creaking door only breaks the dead silence.
I have nor excessive wish or demand,
Things will shape up well, I must be patience…
This door seems to invite me: “Walk into!”
So I cross the doorstep with heavy heart;
I know: I begin everything anew,
And I fear, and wait for the new start…
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