“If someone renounces themselves,
then whatever they might keep,
wether it be a kingdom or honour
or whatever it may be,
they will still have renounced
I have lost everything I loved,
trampled below me and from above
I cannot find those things anymore.
They have been sacked and plundered, scorched and scored;
Expelled from the belly of a Trojan horse
Wrapped and gifted, without remorse.
Perhaps, I had to abandon those things
in my surrender, in my winter before the Spring;
Empty handed, on my knees,
To learn there is nothing sacred, for desire without need.
As I grow older, more mature, more disposed
to release those things I can’t believed in anymore,
You, have stayed at my side, through this resolution,
to help me place the plastic flowers of illusion
At the grave sites of what I thought was at stake;
Allowing me, now, to be peacefully embraced
At the foot of my grave mistake.