One wasn’t, the other was there.

Life – a collection of accidents –

is anything but fair.

Die unstillbare Gier.

 

 

Some afflictions are too brief;

some heartaches are too long.

But we all get our share.

Die unstillbare Gier.

 

 

Chaos makes no memory trivial.

Future carries the burden of

what passes now and here.

Die unstillbare Gier.

– O.