here I wait at a juncture where the road goes on and on
the fear of falling within me
at those who meet and pass me by I look at those who come and pass me up
in mirrors I look at the deep dark tunnels
far behind me a train enters that tunnel of darkness
I only wait, for if I walk

oh, just like a skillful tightrope artist
how can I possibly have come this far

translated by Jean Carpenter Efe