Perhaps I was at the end of the road
Before I begun
Perhaps there has been no road
perhaps all I have done all the years
is gone on my own imaginary road
and the real road
has been from nowhere to nowhere
perhaps all I have done and written
does not exist
and I need not fear becoming ‘nothing'
because I always have been nothing-
perhaps I am not even at the end of the road now
or near the end- as it would most logically seem
and all as if it never were
because it never was-
perhaps there is no road
and I am not on it
because I have never been
and am not now
and writing these lines
is nothing
and never has been nothing
and never will be nothing
because nothing is nothing also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem