Questions in the Dark

Is it still a human being when it cannot find its way?

Is it still a human being when it gropes for what to say?

Is it still a human being when it knots itself like rope?

Is it still a human being when it cannot learn to hope?

Keep on, you little lovely

when you struggle in the dark.

Keep moving on, you darling,

and you’ll learn to make your mark.

There’s something in your beating heart

that dreams a better life,

that dumb primeval love of living

keeps away the knife.

But why to hope

and what to hope

and what to learn to be?

And why this fear of freedom

when we know we must be free?

Is it still a human being when it cannot find its way?

Is it still a human being when it gropes for what to say?

Is it still a human being when it knots itself like rope?

Is it still a human being when it cannot learn to hope?