Day departs,
night arrives.
Comes and then
comes and goes.
This laughter,
this singing.
This coming,
this going.
Where do I go?
Where do I find?
Nothing, nothing!
Nothing more!
I work away,
I come and go,
each day I scrub
the chimney.
That heart—
where do I find
the heart
I long for?
These times
are but a net—
how much...
ugliness!