CONSOLING MYSELF
The day is not the same all the time ;
Moments glide from pride to shame ;
Every moment we need a different taste
Day and night is no different game;
The mirror which looked at me with a scowl
I broke into pieces,
I was not what it declared
To me and to the world .
I looked at the falling sun
Trapped it in my eyes;
And then , fell upon my bed
And raised a whole army of depressing thoughts;
When my friends are my friends;
And why enemies enemies? i went on
Surrounded by praise and condemnation
Helpless to decide who is right.
O world spare me , catch me not
In my falling spirits;
I am not a fallen star
I am the dust from which stars are made,
So many things which eat my inside
Like insects, which
Hollow the innocent trees,
I stand tall; tell not my secrets to the wavy breeze
Moments glide from pride to shame ;
Every moment we need a different taste
Day and night is no different game;
The mirror which looked at me with a scowl
I broke into pieces,
I was not what it declared
To me and to the world .
I looked at the falling sun
Trapped it in my eyes;
And then , fell upon my bed
And raised a whole army of depressing thoughts;
When my friends are my friends;
And why enemies enemies? i went on
Surrounded by praise and condemnation
Helpless to decide who is right.
O world spare me , catch me not
In my falling spirits;
I am not a fallen star
I am the dust from which stars are made,
So many things which eat my inside
Like insects, which
Hollow the innocent trees,
I stand tall; tell not my secrets to the wavy breeze
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