Answer, don't be passive !
I was free,
when sacred dreams come,
they carry weight.
I would be again what you are now:
I’m vanquished by time.
but age shall still not change my habits:
let each be allowed to go his own way.
Now the moon refuses as often
to descend from heaven,
and the dismal night bird sounds its funeral note.
And with the tears of death we heal life’s passions,
when once the dead obey the law
of infernal places,
the gate remains adamant,
unmoved by pleas.
I was free,
Let’s take the journey three times,
those nights when we’re free.
Alone, all the while, for you,
delayed so long, so often,
by a stranger’s love.
So we, now, the lovers,
who hope for great things,
perhaps fate, tomorrow,
will end our day.
And with the tears of death we heal life’s passions,
when once the dead obey the law
of infernal places,
the gate remains adamant,
unmoved by pleas.
Is the world a happy place ?
Is learning part of the process ?
Do you know who you are ?
Have you fulfilled all your dreams ?
Do you fear death ?