someone will say
go
slowly
steadily
choose the widest path
thoroughly beaten
prepare yourself well
take comfortable shoes
and something in case of rain
remember
don’t talk with
strangers
don’t lose track of your track
smelling the dew
at sunrise
going barefoot through the grass
observing the butterfly
concealed in your hand –
but what for
for nothing
because everything doesn’t have to
have its aim
or maybe only time can give
meaning to it
that’s why
I want to
lacerate my feet
while jumping from rock to rock
on the empty beach
for such adulthood I long
undetermined
unobvious
simply mine
Translated into English by Laura Saks.