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Thinking, a mistake? What kind of word is that? Is it already wrong if my mind wanders? To ponder what has happened, they say it's not good, But isn't that the protection that rests within me? To preserve myself, isn't that allowed? If one only thinks, one has robbed oneself? I can hardly believe it, one changes quickly, Stops thinking about where the path is taking us. Sure, the past had its splendor, But I think more deeply, in the darker night: All that beauty was just lies and deception, The sum is a mistake, the final, harsh move. The energy, it was so misdirected, see, But I still think of beauty, as it happens. "Why?" I think, I feel, but fear holds me fast, When true understanding pushes through the walls. Who then protects me, pure from the truth? To only see myself means never to be. Thinking is probably the only thing that remains, A wish for how it should be, which drives me eternally. Does anyone ever think "behind the thinking"? Probably not, but it hurts in the dead of night. It should still be done, absolutely. Whoever sees the thinking of others has done a lot. Then understanding begins, the world becomes clear and wide, But be careful, what one sees is not always pleasing. And there it comes, the next problem, so close: Fear, it only exists through thinking. Through thinking, what moves the other, And that is why thinking is quickly put to rest. Why the fear of understanding the other? One only thinks what one wants, in order to turn around protectively. I think, I feel, but fear holds me tight, When true understanding pushes through the walls. Who then protects me, pure from the truth? To only see oneself means never to be. What is "protection"? Not thinking, it seems clear. Not thinking means feeling nothing, year after year. You don't want the fear, so you feel nothing. Then you don't have to think, in these dark layers. Who thinks is afraid? The mere thought of it, The look at others, that hurts you, begins. Why only of oneself? Is that really thinking? No, it's action, adjusting everything. If one thought of oneself and others, carefully considered, Our world would have so much that would make it happier. But these others, they believe it's all well and good, They don't think, they act, covering everything up with a hat. I think, I feel, but fear holds me fast, When true understanding pushes through the walls. Who then protects me, pure from the truth? To only see oneself means never to be. Thinking falls silent, the world becomes small and deaf, Only fear alone turns everything to dust. And every gaze that resists the truth Has only the emptiness one does not desire. The emptiness one does not desire.