Comfort in the fall
What are you more than a fool
if you see through the whole world
but cannot see through yourself?
What are you more than pathetic
if you with all your experience
still are affected by the smallest adversity?
What are your tears but vain self pity,
no matter what injustices you have been through
and even made a constant victim of throughout your life?
What is the comfort of the vanity of being you
when you are really nothing?
Yes, there is one comfort.
You at least did nothing wrong,
you played yourself an honest fair game all your way,
you didn’t cheat on others,
and you were never an oppressor or a bully.
Let the water of the world’s iniquities
like a deluvion that is flooded on you
run off you like down a goose’s back
and shake it off and just continue going straight,
and you will be the master still of your own fate,
and that is all that matters.