That was again dismay,
Once more I was let down
By an unrespectable clown,
Who thinks he is master of it all
But is jack of all trades none more.
I tire myself from thinking
That thou shall give me a wincing,
I tire myself from fretting
That thou shall me be forgetting.
I tire myself from expressing
That thou art tired of me being.
I have made myself clear
That life must be without fear,
I have made myself pure,
That my soul will in it find a cure.
I have made myself known,
That l shall shed my nightgown;
The nightgown of ignorance
That gives me no clearance;
The stupidity of obsessions
That gives me lacerations,
From my perturbed thoughts
Which from them I untie knots.
The everlasting value of friendships,
My passport for a second citizenship
To the depths of consciousness
Stirs up my ineffable sadness
Stirs up my nostalgia
Stirs up my longing
Stirs up my compassion.
And tomorrow will be better.
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