Burdened with the task, to ask
my slender intellect:
Whether to roam free or to hide behind a mask,
to resist or to follow the vile pursuit of perfect?
Eyes wide open on a chilly drizzling night,
I thought of everything that could be different
on the fading brim of the shallow, yellow light
of the grim life that I've been a resident.
O you, the lucid and the understood,
given as much a say (as me) in this giant roll:
Tell me to what avail; to what good
brings you the ostracization of a soul?
Be what it may, the cards have been dealtof what exists, oh they are, but not what could be felt.