Broken up withtin myself
For everybody flawless,
I look at midnight liquids' shell
And there is something lawless.
I try to turn my stair away,
But greeny liquid fluid,
I think can't anymore stay
And anyway I knew it.
I'll take the absinth in my hands,
And I'll unscrew the cover,
And drink - without magic wands,
I will have all recovered:
My dream -
Filled up to the brim!
My soul -
Without single hole!
My taste -
To smack without haste!
To love -
Both very tender and so rough,
To feel -
With deepest sofness, joy and thrill,
To play -
From very darkness till first ray,
To learn -
Be smart, enlightened, wise then earn,
My luck -
So I no longer simply suck,
My skills.
The time has almost come
And very far from the mountains
And very far from seven seas
I will return, will not succumb,
And all your master pleas
Will make me lower thumb.
But casting rapid ready glance
At what is here declared,
I lose control and since that once
I'm really not prepared,
I'll wash it out anyway
As it was taught to me,
Let me just slowly pass away,
To other joyful glee.