The Pensive Man

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