Being inwardly
with intense anger
in bitterness
I speak to my mind:
made of matter,
ashes of the element
I am like a leaf,
of which the winds play
For when it is proper for a wise man
to lay a foundation
on a rock,
I am a fool compared
to a flowing river,
under the same path < br/>never permanent.
I am carried away as
a ship without a crew,
as a bird is carried wandering through the ways of the air;
I am not bound by chains,
I am not held by a key,
I want those like me
and join the wicked. To me the gravity of the heart seems a heavy thing;
Joy is lovely
and honey is sweeter;
Whatsoever Venus commands,
is the labor of the sweet,
and never dwells
in the hearts of the lazy.
I tread the broad way
In the fashion of youth
Indulging in vices
Forgetful of virtue,
Eager for pleasure
More than salvation,
Dead in soul
I take care of my skin.

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