I am nothing, Never shall be anything. Cannot will to be anything. This apart, I have in me all the dreams of the world...
I see boats moving on the sea.
Their sail, like wings of what I see.
Bring me a vague inner desire to be
Who I was without knowing what it was.
So all recalls my home self and,
because it recall that,
what I am aches in me.
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