I kick the leaves
Not knowing
Whether to laugh
Or to cry
Not knowing
Whether to be happy
Or to be sad
I look back on my life
For signs
Of some achievement
Not knowing
If, to feel
Is not itself sufficient
I watch the leaves
Which fall onto the cart track
The cart track
Which climbs up the hill
To the five-bar gate
The five-bar gate
Which I feel
To have always, yes always
Simply to have straddled
Not determining
For one side
Nor neither, for the other
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