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My Wealth Is Sorrow
The Burden of Sorrow and Solitude
My wealth is sorrow; to it I cling
Every time my eyelids take wing
I pull it from its solitude, and hold it tight
Like waves embracing the rocks with all their might
My wealth is sleeplessness; it drives me out
From the clutches of my pillow, no doubt
It rescues me from a slumber, trying to bury me
In a new world, far away from what I see
In solitude, I am lost
In darkness, I am embossed
Wandering through corners and long halls
Searching for something new, a joy that calls
I am silent and reclusive
Holding back the scream, that’s abusive
A monster, once tamed with force and quiet
Locked inside my breath, with all its might
My wealth is revolution, but not the rage
Who am I to rebel? Who am I to escape this cage?
I am but silence, growing old with time
Becoming nothingness, a stillness, sublime
My wealth is anxiety, but I don’t need it
I have learned to embrace stagnation; I won’t beat it
I won’t change a thing, for in it, I find peace
In the monotony of life, my sorrows cease
