Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human
why is it not
like a straight and well-kept road,
without too much traffic,
without too much noise and dirt?
why do we not stand
at the one end
and see the house, where we are going?
without needing to ask,
what kind of house it is,
we’re going to,
and whether it is beautiful and worth seeking,
and whether it is the right path,
we’re walking on?
and why do we not walk in the morning
when our limbs are still fresh,
and we still believe, that we can reach our home?