– The Fountain –
…
Beneath a sky on the verge of falling,
Within a kingdom obscured by clouds,
Regret is a secret fiend
Of the most unfortunate of men.
A Burmecian, our protagonist, stands near a blurred window.
Half-man, half rat, he leads a normal life,
A coward in disguise.
And wide are his delusions, gone is the pride
Of who once was a legendary knight
Driven by duty and strength
"That knight", he says, "He lives through me as a foolish child".
How come everything came as it is,
The turn of tides, the unforgettable silhouette,
An unfathomable reminiscence,
Deep red is the color behind his eyes,
Now he lives in self-doubt.
He does not remember anything, anything at all.
His childhood, his adulthood,
His friends, his girlfriend,
He pours some liquid in the glass
As he watches time pass by and people move on
Outside, in the streets washed by rain,
Small children play in the backyard
Of homes devastated by war.
For once he does not feel alone in his solitude
When everything and everyone
Are united in a silent chord.
Singing upon the remains of dead mothers and wives,
Dancing upon the graves of ordinary men,
Those are the new Burmecians.
Free of sin, free of guilt,
They laugh as they throw mud at each other,
But the rain won't let them keep the dirt.
They talk as if they led a life in distance,
But the rain won't let them move away.
Away from the misery, away from the darkness,
Away from grief, away from sadness,
They all fake a smile
As they lead their meaningless lives.