If

If by the example of my life I must
Pronounce a judgment, reluctantly, I say this:
Free will a fiction is!
Human events seem to be shaped
By unknown hands.

I’m not the captain of my ship;
The arbitrary wind is!`
When I recall my loves there isn’t
A single one whose life and death
I could decide.

They carried their own beauty.
Their own storms they produced.
They brought with them their sadness.
When they left they vanished
Without once looking back.

All I could do was watch
These fleeting shadows dancing
On the stage of my consciousness.
And, when they were all gone,
I found myself again facing the unknown.
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