Friday, March 26, 2010


By Bertolt Brecht

I sit by the roadside
The driver changes the wheel.
I do not like the place I have come from.
I do not like the place I am going to.
Why with impatience do I
Watch him changing the wheel?

1 comment:

Kaveh said...

Funny how certain feelings are universally true despite the change in times. So, as a devil's advocate, what would Bertolt suggest is the solution to this dilemma?