The Mirror of Truth

As the years of my life
Roll out like so much spent string
I wish I could have it all again
Each love filled night
Each tear streaked day
It cannot be, it cannot be
What’s it all for, I wonder
if not for suffering’s sake –
I used to speak of freedom
And still I dare to dream of it
But tonight all roads lead to nowhere
To this sad dwindling
As my happiest years shrink like the sun
Far above the sinking swimmer
Let these words be my testament
Let this poetry be my witness
I tried to make life Art
Let Art be the wave that will bear me high again
Into the bright foam of new adventure
What other way could it be than this?