you speak of a heavy lonesome sorrow
yet you rejoice while it consumes you
slowly, taking turns on a spit,
incinerating all quiet of contentment
to cry out loud is to feel alive!
just like your great happiness -
enchanting, swelling, lighting up,
thundering, then pouring down like rain
to lose your self is to feel alive!
you speak of your absolute humility
'no my friend, i got no ego at all'
to lose your self in a respectable manner
do you see how everything fits?
and then, from humility to excessive indulgence
(for selflessness alone can get tedious)
drugs, booze, the arts and intellectual pursuits
to lose your self is to feel alive
to hold on is sure death.
maybe some people can find a balance
maybe this balance is called growing up.
