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A gift it was too neatly wrapped-
Packed in the nature of a human being,
I never
knew the form it had;
I only heard of this uncanny thing.
Never did it disclose its shape to me,
Neither did
I try to know its size;
Never did it want a cup of tea;
I only heard it was my life.
I now know how wonderful
it is-
But I still can't unpack the thing,
Older than sixteen years it is-
Will it reside always within?
Shouldn't I know something of it?
Where does it live? - does it sing?
Unknown
to me - the answer kit;
All I know it haven't any wing.
The strings that bind the gift so tight-
Too much
are they compared to my might;
I failed to discover my inner soul-
What worth is life without a goal?
The
name it has is unknown to me;
The fact it lives is unsure for me;
Is it time to regret myself:
Have I failed in
my ultimate test?
Hope can I open my gift someday;
Or should I be a loser to my fate,
Perhaps I will overflow
with hate;
When I realize - I am far too late.
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