how can this be
this ever so pure thing about a man ?
his ability to withdraw from the world
and struggle with destiny,
or to enter the world’s struggle
and have a destiny of his own ?
only my heart is now and then
while my thoughts wander altogether
and try to catch up with how can this be.
for it is not a question :
I’m in, I go with it, I want it.
and with the question
the need for an answer disappears :
it can be.