Because I do not hope for freedom

Because I do not hope

I carry on my life, without dream,

And wait for an end to come.

Overwhelming sorrow trapped behind

False indifference, behind the facade.

Life is meaningless, a game to play

While waiting for a plane to take me away.

Only shadows in my mind, a nightmare

From which Death is the awakening.

Why should I mourn for anything, anyone?

In mourning there is sorrow and I am not sad.

How can I be, when all are shadows and

This is but a dream.

All of reality lies within my mind, and

All of creation is my plaything.

I control everything or nothing.

Does it really matter?

Happiness and sorrow are both fleeting, ephemeral.

Only indifference lasts, and hatred.

Why do I hate thee?

Let me count the ways.

Our lives end and still I count

The universe ends and still I count

Unending counting, beyond Time’s end.

How do I love thee

Let me count the ways.

One, but it sings a song

That fills the universe to overflowing,

Drowns out the hate and brings peace.

Love conquers all.

Open your eyes to the truth

Hear the song that fills us all

And brings me peace.

April 21, 1999