They say that I am wise...
That I give good advice...
But I should not be wise...
I am too young to be the one
to whom all the people turn
when wits don't help and hopes are gone...
I fast grew old and now for youth I yearn...
I should be unwise guided by heart
young and stupid, far from smart...
And I shouldn't have been thought
of the world and people, cause that brought
nothing but emotionlessness and pain...
Just a curse and not much else is to be gain
from upbringing with being thought so much
that nothing remains wonder can touch.
Nothing new that would make me say:
»Hey! That I could not expect!«
Nothing for which an answer mind could not extract...
Well... I guess they didn't care, or didn’t know,
when they said the world functions so and so,
that they had to leave something for life to show...
To make me wonder what it’s like arround the world to go.
They didn't mind the other side of that good analogy,
that people use from nature's part man calls metallurgy.
People say that warriors are made from steel...
Yes, we are! But nature's laws I'll lay you here...
Ferrite, iron soft, has no carbon, does not hold much...
But it’ll bend a lot, dynamically withstand with just a carbon touch...
While martensite, hardened with carbon of knowledge
in fires of life can hold almost everything without a strife!
And yet it does not withstand the dynamics of life...
As hot temperature makes it worse for static burdens on iron ferrite,
so the colds make it worse for steels of carbon, strength in spite...
Dynamic burdening makes it crack and crumble,
and so a man of steel will fall without a stumble...
So than it is too late for times of warmth and spring...
Start of life again to bring to broken steel – it’s all in vain...
Sunrises and sunsets just laws of physics – all the same.
Coulours wonderless receptions of the eyes...
Stars just lights from space, visible through our skys...
For those unbroken happyness and joys may bring...
But bury me with winter as it passes now to spring...
