I dreamt that I stood near the bank of a River.
It was cold in there but I wasn't permitted
To go or to flee. As if I'm a sentenced.
But my shadow whispered: 'O, Saturn's descendant!
You drink from the river - you altern your mind.
The venom is gone - thus you'll know no more plight.
Reject
All of your gone fame
And soon
The Golden age'll reign'.
I watched the reflection of my face in the stream.
With every sip I took, [I] could not recognize it.
The more pains and envy I leave for my passed dreams
More poison I save for a vicious caesar.
At least, when a soul’s up to be purified,
The more flowers bloom there. The skies become bright.
You plow
The soil but will you
Try to
Ripe not what you’ve sown?
A figure rose up on the shore of a distance.
I saw the contempt that he gave to the flowers.
And at the proposal to drink, he just glowered.
“I shall not lose anything!” That man persisted
That shame’s not a thing if you thirst to live endlessly
And others, for sure, aren’t too. So the jealousy
Made him
Step into the stream
Of life
And drown in it.
***
Our stream has ceased so we have to seek for the shallow… yet inexhaustible headspring.