| Assessment I climbed up to the top of the hill To watch them all from above I saw them rushing and fighting for Some vain material needs I saw them attaching importance To power and honour and pride I saw them running and running Like ants without a nest I was happy to stand higher I was happy to be far from that life I climbed up to the top of the hill To make an assessment I heard a little word weeping Cause of a friend's silly word I wasn't able to close my eyes And to stop listening I wondered if one day I would go back down I will build my shelter on this hill so as not to be corrupted by men's thoughts In my house I will plan my revolution - or my suicide... |