If I were to ask my most important questions

Yes, no, maybe

I don’t know, ask me later, would tell me

the pendulum hanging from the chain.

 

In reality it is not what one doesn’t know,

but what one is not ready to accept

If the pendulum would show me what I hide from myself

Dreams instead of regrets

because only then the time would come

to grab and run with the conscience

If there is hope despite misconceptions

glittering, incandescent

I would salute through the name of a novel:

For my soul the bells toll