Chalk

Am I a dreamer illusion batch
who dream about its own existence?
I exist, thus I am.

Like the solving formula deleted
from the board,
you saw it, that’s why it is going on in you.
You don’t forget it.
It’s not about the chalk,
but the information,
that was carried on
by the chalk for a while.

In that way I am more valuable
than the mineral for a hundred bucks,
from which my body is built up.
So this is it:
the body remains, the rest is going on.
It could be that it’s not all the same,
with what you nurture your bodiless part,
to whom you stick yourself to,
who fills the god-shaped space in your heart:
you or someone else.
It’s not that, what doesn’t matter.

Even so, because finally,
when I  will wiped out from the livings,
from my soul He would like to read about
his son and about what I utilized from that.

Neither the chalk incorporates itself
into the textbook,
thus you can go into it, only if,
He writes your name into the Book of Life.