A Poem by Fernando Pessoa

This Morning I Went 

Out Very Early

This morning I went out very early,

Because I woke up even earlier

And had nothing I wanted to do.

I didn't know which way to go,

But the wind blew hard toward one side,

And I followed in the way it pushed me.

So has my life always been, and so I would like it always to be --

I go where the wind takes me and I don't need to think.