My face turns green and pale
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
The world waits for me
With greedy, eager hopes;
Prepared with oiled ropes
It waits with vile glee.
My time whiles away
It oozes from my grasp
The more I try to clasp
My chance, it scorns to stay.
My heart cleaves to friends
Who like me fine at first
But when they sense my thirst
For love, affection ends.
In youth, I was merry
Feeling safe and glad;
In time, as I went mad,
My joys I had to bury
My child, learn from me!
As soon as you have hurled
Your heart into the world,
Make sure that you stay free!
The predatory earth,
The life that seeps away,
The gladness grief will slay–
Experience kills mirth–
Protect yourself! Don’t age!
Nor hope; nor love; nor trust.
All pleasures soon will rust;
Contentment sours to rage.
All living leads to grief
Emotion is temptation;
Indifference, insulation,
And pain destroys belief.
So, darling, never care,
And never will you suffer,
For life is so much rougher
Than dying’s sweet repair.
A fleeting life’s a blessing,
For life and pain are wed.
At long last, I'll be dead.
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