All the world’s ghosts refused to leave this place
And wander now in transience and dream,
Existence a peripheral disgrace,
A life unfinished and badly esteemed.
With ropes strapped to illusions, most proceed,
Attached morosely to this earthly plane,
To damn themselves with vain despair and need,
Pretending lunacy has made them sane.
All the treasures hidden in all coffers
Have shown me all my oysters are unpearled,
And all the promises existence offers
Bring only false fulfillments in the world.
As I attach to less, I fly from fear,
But very little’s left to hold me here.