Lonely Is The One Who Counts Days

He lived according to his creed, he missed events that caused endless tears; he was only present in tragedies... did he really expect to be freed from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes, showing no effort to make them realistic dreams? Lonely is the one who counts days and watches parades of laughing clowns, giving him a momentary relief from sadness; he won't march and reveal all feelings with a laughter that breaks screams: he has chosen solitude over friends! Even now he regrets he wasn't the best, but a mediocre man struggling and still wishing he can own all without dedication and sacrifice; all he does is curse fate and beat his chest... while other keep their faith and go on living: can he be kind to himself and not pay any price? Lonely is the one who counts days reading books instead of writing plays to experience human consciousness; how long can he live in remoteness? Go and find him where he stands, talk him out of painful loneliness!