The immensity of the realisation,
Makes you bow down.
Clap for yourself,
This is no ordinary task.
Gulp it down with your age.
Years of “suffering” have prepared you,
For what is yet to come.
But if this is your metamorphosis,
You roam around naked.

If the sun should drown you with its rays,
The sea, choke you with its freshness,
The sands of time, evolve your thoughts,
And Nature, encircle you with her passion for life,
Would you be prepared to embrace it all when the time comes?
This sadness, this sadness, this sadness,
What is it?
What is it,
If you do not SEE all that belongs to you.

My sweet drinker,
Do not turn back.
Those fears have long perished,
Perished like the ashes of your fore-fathers.
Reminders don’t make one strong,
Only extend the battle’s perpetual night.
This crown of self-denial,
Takes a grotesque shape with every acceptance.
The glory of your position,
Intoxicates you.

A life, this life, your life,
Is all that is yours.
Pushing it away,
Only doubles its importance.
Dream of that paradise,
Drown yourself into your passion,
Dust away that past.
This river of life turned sweet,
On your acknowledging its existence.