This World Is For Those Who Are

I Asked For Very Little From Life, And Even This Little Was Denied Me. A Nearby Field, A Ray Of Sunlight, A Little Bit Of Calm Along With A Bit Of Bread, Not To Feel Oppressed By The Knowledge That I Exist, Not To Demand Anything From Others, And Not To Have Others Demand Anything From Me - This Was Denied Me, Like The Spare Change We Might Deny A Beggar Not Because We're Mean-hearted But Because We Don't Feel Like Unbuttoning Our Coat.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

Faithful To The Word Given And The Idea Had.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.