When silence speaks a lot, tells more
Than any other word told by the sage,
When heart is nothing more than home
For solitary poignant soundless pain ...
When words of wisdom have no force
And sword of grief seems only worth.
When thoughts of heart are drowned in mind
And out of mind soul’s outcry is loud.
When in this world all people seem so strange
As if they came from nowhere, out of space,
They hear not you and you don’t hear them.
When slander’s gaining pace and catching up,
When you’re unwanted, which you feel so sharp,
As if you’re yellow leaf condemned to die ...
Oh how I’d love to stand on summit in the dark,
So that life’s over in an instant, it'll be luck!
So that no longer should I wander on this soil,
So that no longer should I overload a sinful soul,
So that I freely should ascend into the high
With cleanly hands and pure tender heart.
Then, I suppose, it’ll come to end and die,
All that I have till now called a life.
And no more shall I care for reaping
Fruits of what once I so adored and sowed.
Oh, in this life all I beheld was not much feeling,
Hypocrisy, betrayal, lies and cold.
This is the reason why I think that time is ripe,
This is the reason why I stand at fleshless arch.