I have lived in vain—
for years,for days,
even now.
I feelI am still living in vain.
Does a god watch?
Is it laughing?
Time melts awaywithout meaning.
I look back,wondering what it all was.
The past does not return.
Time does not return.
Days keep passing.
I cannot change.
A small selfwithin the vast universe.
And yet—
perhaps I am stillcreating universes.
Just by being here.
Just by living.
That aloneis enough—
for a universeto be bornsomewhere.