Il Penserose(The Pensive Man)
Broken and shattered
I begin to write this letter
To whoever may care.
Every single day of torment
All these years of discontent
Every disappointment, every regret,
Every single smile I faked
What I've learnt in all these years
That made me queasy
Every single fear
To sum it all in a few lines is not easy.
I was rather fine
Seeing the world in rainbow colored glass
Then suddenly, destiny,
Pulled the glasses out
Blinded it was all black
In desperation,
Like a lunatic for help I shout
But no one answered
Now I'm locked in this impasse.
I searched for sense
In this senseless place
I searched for a known face.
I searched for a way to end violence
I searched for happiness
With dreams of an eternal resting place
I put myself in immure
I hurled myself in a ball of fire
At last! With fresh air came the morning sun
The end of the run
Every answer lies in the funeral pyre.
Now he has hope,
Il penserose.
No use in fighting destiny
What will, will always be,
Shedding my prestige and pelf
Finally discovering myself
Everything I now have
As I lie asleep in god's lap