Maybe what you need is to breathe in the lonliness.
The sense your are going to have to give up every human that loves or cares about you.
Mother sings to me as a baby.
The whine in her voice.
I can you offer you nothing.
And what have I misunderstood from this life?
The Earth and the true God give me unlimited power.
Why have i been cursed by wanting?
Instead of any empathy I get suspicious eyes.
So what they say is...
maybe what you need is to taste lonliness.
Even your wife has evolved much past your stagnant tepid pond.
Get to the notion that you need to give up everyone you love.
Leave and maybe you won't humiliate yourself quite so intensely.
Leave soo because pretty soon there'll be nothing left of you.
As you wish and hope reality was somewhat different.
Hasn't the good old spirit given you enough?
Why do you keep complaining?
why do you need so much?
What a spoilt child you seem to be!
Then I hear the words of my mother.
She sings about the solitude of the Goshawk.
How it flies so nobly, it doesn't ask for anything.
Should I be like that Mother?
Mother can I be the solitary predator?
Am I heartless or was it merely destroyed because I couldn't see the value in feeling any fucking thing anymore.
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