My Life

You're going someplace without me, my life. 
You're rolling away. 
And I'm still waiting to make my move. 
You've taken the battle somewhere 
Abandoning me on the way. 
I never followed, I stay. 
Where you are leading me, I can't plainly see. 
The very little that I want, you never bring to me. 
Because of this emptiness, I want 
So many things, almost the infinite... 
Because of this emptiness, that you never fill. 

 - Henri Michaux - 

1899 - 1984

translated by Valerie Smith and James Bushnik 

Ma Vie - Henri Michaux 
» original in french