An ardent flame too wise to burn

The vain desire turned to despair

Inside, two forces, opposites

Won't kill, won't die, but death both share

 

All joy, all pain, half agony

Faux liberal, conservative

For, though death is the one relief,

None can exist unless they live

 

The first, born in a ray of sun

Without the freedom it requires,

Grows bigger, bitter, desperate, loud

Screams misery until it tires

 

But one can never let it tire

No matter how one praises reason

When passion silences its lips

Depression is a whole-year season

 

If time has come to choose your darling

Of wisdom you should free your mind

For going mad, but keep a fire

Will leave all consciousness behind