I wonder about never ending acts
which barely unfold the way they are thought of.
Leaving unfulfilled desires and regrets
for me to dissolve,
these wonderings make me pretend.
If I didn’t wonder, how would that go?
Everything would be astonishing
as they would be completely unthought of.
Cannot deny that it does feel tempting
and also exciting to be receiving surprises on my way along.
All the anticipation of the future misery would thus be avoided
and my days will unfold to me like an unheard song.
But wait…I did it again, didn’t I?
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