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!
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