How to touch the crown
And be king of lucidity?
And dress my body warm
Of my despised nudity?
A thousand arms to fondle
I will go to the sea of dubiety
Hostage to plenty, trapped to be
A faithful servant of eternity
In the silence of sin
For now I am drifting
Scales away from home
Sailing in bitter waiting
In the scenes of desolation
Told about a kind that shone
That sadly his days are gone
Leaving open its conclusion
Still waters, breezes on rising
A thousand paths to ruination
Chains to soul, just time
For a freer comedy ending
Solidly a defendant of rave
A being weak in regret desires
Declining time upon face
Easily the end fall in your eyes
(Simple winds that fade away)
In the brief sound of half-light
(Close to the hopeful getaway)
Away from the haunts of night
As a guide to blindness
Where everyone gets lost
I remember every sinner
And, to them, the days it cost
A comedy is subtly written
With words hard to believe
While many are deceived
In a plot of deceit and deceit
What idiom should I speak
Since innocence was drowned
And if wise words are comic
(How should reason be described?)
Must I speak of love
(For the flames of youth?)
Must I speak the truth
And to fear before its time?
Even if I'm not above
Say the ordinary of life
For the lying minds?
Will I see an award for loving?
Or will I forever be an faithless?
