Temptation

Under a starry sky I was taking a walk,

On a ridge overlooking neon cities,

With my companion, the spirit of desolation,

Who was running around and sermonizing,

Saying that I was not necessary, for if not I, then someone else

Would be walking here, trying to understand his age.

Had I died long ago nothing would have changed.

The same stars, cities and countries

Would have been seen with other eyes.

The world and its labors would go on as they do.

For Christ’s sake, get away from me.

You’ve tormented me enough, I said.

It’s not up to me to judge the calling of men.

And my merits, if any, I won’t know anyway.