For one thing they fade too soon
and each of them is unique,
brings different tribulations,
feeds on another passion
I stand barefoot in the field
after the latest devastation
My torn white dress
is blowing around my legs
The brief spin of joy is fading
Banality remains, shallow waters
The twigs are broken, trees bent
My house torn down
Chaos is everwhere I look
I observe the horizon
Maybe the whirlwind will return
Protesting was of little use
The exceeding benefits won me over
When my feet left the ground
I rested for the first time in years
In the midst of the winds
I was born
Violated, appreciated, encountered
I enjoyed the wild ride
Colors swirled by and blended
Fear heightened the pleasure
Across all borders and limits
I finally saw the beauty
I see it now in the aftermath
Remarkable events leave traces
Statements not to be deleted
Never leave instructions for re-enactors
For brief glimpses in time
I can devote myself completely
and then the whirlwinds find me
On my field now a shallow breeze remains
My feet are cold,
my heart's on fire
I have nothing left I own
I don't miss possession much
I miss being possessed
