In the tapestry of our civilized world, we are all forever caught in conflict
In the tapestry of our civilized world, we are all forever caught in conflict,
Endlessly striving to harmonize the opposing demands
Of culture and nature, of ego and body, of duty and pleasure.
For each of us, this struggle is a heavy burden, a painful journey,
And for some, it descends into the deepest circles of hell...
In the silent nights where stars whisper hidden secrets,
In a dance of melancholy, I hear echoes from my own soul.
Oh, how my heart is torn between endless desires
And the responsibilities of a life that weaves tightly
Like the silken threads of a midnight spider's web.
I feel an inner sky shimmering with fragile hopes,
But the demands of civilization surround me like a stone barricade.
I wear a smiling mask, reflecting the city lights,
While the depths of my soul weep silently,
Like a secluded, damp, and mysterious underground forest.
Thoughts flow incessantly, a river of unrest and despair,
Seeking a shore where they can rest,
But the waves of culture perpetually crash, shattering any tranquility.
My ego cries out questions into the night, demanding answers,
But my burdened body whispers back only silence.
I know the illusions we construct are delicate ephemeral flowers,
Whose beauty is amplified by the pains they conceal.
With people, it is a general rule, the more elaborate the facade,
The greater the inner emptiness,
Like fragile armors on an unseen battlefield;
Thus, I float in a ceaseless stream of consciousness,
A vortex of memories and dreams, of responsibilities and pleasures.
Oh, how paradoxical it is to be human, juggling
Between light and shadow, between real and unreal,
In a melancholic ballet on the stage of life.
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Dan Enache
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