Pour from me these words,
Like liquid from a glass,
Meanings translating, finding me,
From the first word to the last.
Flowing likes there's nothing else,
To set me free from life,
Like nothing matters, once I'm here,
I'm free from pain and strife.
The search for tomorrow is the same,
As the search for today,
The price to look back into the past,
Is a high price to pay.
Famous, these lines are not at the least,
Nor wise, I'd say to you,
But treasure them in your mind, I ask,
Please, because they are few.