why, teacher, why.. why.. why?
i have no dad nor a sister left
to teach me and to care for me you said, was that a lie?
this time with tearful eyes she, again, said...
"be a grown one, young man,
can't you see we all are dying?
and stop this with your might as soon as you can,
for we all are suffering."
i came so far for beauty
i left so much behind
my patience and my family
my masterpiece unsigned
i thought i'd be rewarded
for such a lonely choice
and surely she would answer
to such a very hopeless voice
i practised all my sainthood
i gave to one and all
but the rumours of my virtue
they moved her not at all
i changed my style to silver
i changed my clothes to black
and where i would surrender
now i would attack
i stormed the old casino
for the money and the flesh
and i myself decided
what was rotten and what was fresh
and men to do my bidding
and broken bones to teach
the value of my pardon
the shadow of my reach
but no, i could not touch her
with such a heavy hand
her star beyond my order
her nakedness unmanned
i came so far for beauty
i left so much behind
my patience and my family
my masterpiece unsigned
it is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods
under the great command: know thy self and that thou art mortal
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the cocoon coils of our conceit
now we have to admit we cant know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves
and i am not interested to know about myself any more
i only entangle myself in the knowing
Now let me be myself
now let me be myself and flicker forth
now let me be myself in the being one of the gods
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