I have fallen into the habit of living

And in this habit of living life

If it is the rainy season

Then in the habit of living

It will rain

If I forget my umbrella

Then in the habit of living life

I keep forgetting my umbrella

And getting wet

When lightning flashes

Then lightning flashes

 

This habit of living, rising, sitting, working

Collecting the vast past from little bits of the future

And yet the future is still so vast

 

Then, doubting if there is a God, I say

Make me a good human being

And make everyone happy

 

Thereupon, from absolutely nowhere

Appears a flood of sorrow, breaking habit

As if a dam of sorrow burst right here in the neighbourhood

And that one straw of happiness that doesn’t drown

Surfaces as a smile

On a face full of sorrow

 

It does not let me drown, nor the neighbourhood

And when lightning flashes

Then lightning flashes

 

In the darkness, lit by lightning flashes

Steadying myself, I take one step forward

And in this habit of living life

When I die

Then someone will say maybe I am not dead

But I will still be dead

It will be raining

So in this habit of living life

It will be raining

And after dying,

In the habit of living life,

I will forget my umbrella.