When you read me…

When you read me,

it shall be the ideal time.

You will not know what to say,

I shall tell you little by little.

You shall say, but you will not

know. You’ll ask yourself, but you

will not fill yourself.

I will by your guide in this world.

I am the muse whom you ask for

from the air that does not answer

and we know not if it is.

The world is indifferent,

the majority of the town…unhappy.

The rules were made long ago,

it is now time to write new ones.

Become enamored with

the indifferent sorrows,

since there will be many.

Good friends, search for. 

If they promise to hail

the soul that is you in their right mind,

then they shall be given eighty percent

because no one shall ever be

given everything.