465. Am I a content poet

Am I, a content poet

walking on the lonely street

what’s so funny to be so

counting on the countless stars

Am I, a wandering poet

breathing out the feelings

Am I, a silent creature

walking on the solitary street
what’s so funny not to chase the fortune
as what so joy that I harvest
Am I, a foolproof's honor poet

wanting to, seek the treasure within

Who is there to mock me at

craving for the pride and envy

Who is there to see the madman laugh

as he who knows to preserve the soul

for not to perish, and to wither 
while no time to regret, as time passes by

Am I, a sensual poet

walking on the lonely street