Solemn silence sows many seeds of solitude
During all the days I\'d much rather conclude.
When stress has pressed upon my nerves
And I\'ve no patience stored in reserves,
I yearn for detachment from consciousness;
An undisturbed slumber\'s my only wish.
No more do I harbor any desire
To remain abstractly imprisoned within
Whatever my mind\'s somehow conspired
To fool my naive imagination.
I tire of exhausting all my capacities;
I\'ll soon drift to sleep, heeding all my soul\'s pleas,
But why, every night, am I brought to my knees
With desperation and heavy unease?
I know I\'m owed no affirmed guarantees,
But what other penance must I appease?
Ethereal rivers, come carry me home,
So I may no longer feel so alone.
No more do I care to aimlessly roam;
All of those feelings, I hope I\'ve outgrown.