More than a thousand years
Was I, confined to this room
To dig this well of Glee.
Many departed hours had I
Dwelth in this domicile of delight.
I have feasted on the tables
Of pleasurable contentions
Of eternal existence
And had drank wine on the
Cup of interminable joy.
Tomorrow, my life will be different,
I will forever live on the pit of sorrow,
Taking my bath with urine of thorns.
Quenching my thirst with fires of misery.
Horsey-worms will feast on me
And black-fanged serpents will glare at me as they bite.
Time ad-infinitum must I remains
In this pad and this pit.
But where are its gain
Of Pleasurable promises.
Where are its pain of painful caveat.
Yet, next one million years when gumption came knocking on
the portals of
My pains and preferences.
I went into the next room of reason,
And awoke the slumberous absurdity.
He took me to the boulevard of
Solitude,
And told me the veracity of my life, heaven, hell and angels.