So much time we wait in vain
like junkers in the breakdown lane,
and then a miracle occurs,
the motor coughs and starts to purr.
These moments are too far between,
like mountains in the distance seen,
but this is why we keep on going
little seeds that are slowly growing.
After time the stalk has grown,
the baby bird from nest has flown,
and we reach a new plateau
leaving all our junk below.