Odyssey

Off we go. Rising to paradise. I do assure you were easy to convince for quite a journey of nowhere else to go. I presume your never-ending pleasure for a smile is because of grief or perhaps loss. I barely figure out the difference, but they are different in case it boots up your engine.

a man who has been through

bitter experiences and travelled far

enjoys even his sufferings after a time

Oh. Uh, that is quite an odyssey. Never knew you do any talking, and exceptionally when you do so, you go with operas. I am into those thin lines myself and man, we have all read Odyssey, and those who did not actually live it.

men are so quick to blame the gods

they say that we devise their misery

but they themselves -in their depravity- design

grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns

I see you have chosen and made your sacrifice, but isn’t it time for a rest? A time where there are no odysseys to read. You can make your own escape but if that is to do, then none of us to live peacefully. I know it is so much to carry but perhaps that is what your fate assigns, which for me is to rise for.

each man delights in the work that suits him best

and empty words are evil

out of sight, out of mind

Except for, being the composer does not make you always alone even if you cannot trust your wand. We might need to undo your metaphors and we have got time along a journey or perhaps an odyssey.