Songs for Eurydice

Songs of Madness #3: Daredevil

Do you hear the unsettling

Mourning of weeping souls, 

That never stopped

Regretting their choices?

Everyone could be among them: 

I'm already there, with the others,

Patiently waiting for you, 

My friend, hypocrite lecteur.

Or at least, that's what they'd say 

If they could. 

I lived a life of uncertainties,

Of eternal doubts and despair,

Constantly looking for a purpose 

That could give a sense to 

All these sufferings.

I'm sure you know what I mean.

I'm sure you dreamed a dream 

Of unchain'd freedom, 

Where everyone could live

As they like, just as I did. 

A dream where you did not 

Have to hide your dark feelings.

I won't pretend to be wise, 

There's no need for such 

A silly thing. 

Oh don't worry, I don't 

Need much space.

There's plenty here on your shoulder

To keep on talking.

Everyone want a true love,

Even I do, I won't lie to you.

But after all, don't we just

Want not to be lonely? 

Don't we just want

To feel happy?

Is really a lover 

So different from a friend?

Then why we suffer for love?

Does our spirit really longs 

For pain

As much as earth yearns for the sky?

There's an overwhelming question, 

An elephant in the room,

That really doesn't have to be answered.

Would it be better if 

I kept my mouth shut, 

Would it be better if 

I left you on your own, 

Would it be better if 

I never started all of this? 

Most certainly it would. 

See? The line between

Good and bad is incredibly thin,

Just a few inches are enough

To make a daredevil of a saint.

We're child of desires,

A mere response to

Our rotten, hidden 

Will.