Analysis of Fatalism

I will always set upon my way
 with a river commencing on its own...

The river is very narrow
 and I don't believe it will enlarge
 my fate.

The only thing I hope for
 is speed.

Praise be to Apollo
 you a being so incredible
 I will dream of you all at one go.

But walking along
 the Dream will be transformed into nightmare
 because from the anonymous cries
 exasperated waves
 will clash with the shores of the World
 which can be heard sharp and clear.

You who with theatrics
 and the speed of rivers
 wanted to crown human visions
 withdraw now with Idealism both of you defeated
 and see how hopelessly has been flooded
 the Promised Land.

And thus the river has put into gear my Dreams
 which will apparently endow
 the waterfalls with winged abilities
 and that same moment when all the world
 will be pulled down
 my Dreams will be lifted high.

But I along with the Dreams
 also have my own life to live.

They have sworn
 that the one will never part from the other
 and its beside the point that on the road
 the naive buyers of hope stretched out their hands...
 and even more beside the point
 that around life and the Dreams
 there is in force a hostile space...
 and the weighty life can be smashed to bits
 by this violent fall.

But then again who knows?
 The Holy River is perhaps sad
                                           about wretched life
 and this savage fall...
 omnipotent...
               tempestuous...
                             inevitable...
 as if the trees along the coast had been transformed
 into humble supplicants
 it carries it out without a hitch!

Because just so you'll know
 oh! you the fortunate ones on earth
 from the moment the rivers sent me forth
 all of the emotions which escaped the catastrophe
 I then scattered at the entrance to the seas
 and as they will be dressed in my own fate
 they will stand in for me in the open sea
 never to return again to this earth so desolate.

It would be better if this...occurred!

Who knows what's going on in this eternal damnation
 since not everyone has the possibility
 of ascending as the Blissful
 or descending as the Unfortunate...
 and as they surrender to this tragic
                                                         helplessness
 the only answer to the question
 What does it mean to have once existed on this Earth?

they interpret as boiling down to
 never having the possibility
                                                         of ever going back...
 toward eternal tranquility...
                                                                       these rivers.