Aldrig ensam

ALLMÄNT. Det är typ hundra år sedan jag bidrog med en dikt (eller något för den delen), så nu kommer en kort en på engelska, om hur det känns rätt så ofta i livet.

Meanders

And it was that road

with no crossroads,

with no choices,

without decision

whose whereabouts

were unknown.

Walking the meanders

obeying its physique,

being well aware of its

ubiquitous ability

to retain its path.

With a road long-

gone abandoned

and fortitude

abridged to a bonus,

wandering was

mere mechanical.

Not until the hour

stretched beyond

all theorem,

had I woken

to the notion

that You always

had shared

my every nadir.