A Dreadful Will

Let’s talk about the dreadful will of the man with no overindulgence. His heart is a stone and his mind is ill, and for no one has dependence. I will tell a history of the man with no air to breathe, and no life at all, with no friend to call in despair, and no unbalance in his poor head. Oh! Old friend, don’t you know that life without a path to walk ahead, is a fearful journey with no journey back, leaving you no place to rest. Don’t you know that a life without madness, excess and even weeps, is a bottomless pit, full of hatred and sorrow. You won’t see sheeps. You won’t see green fields with fallen trees. And innocent lambs trying to keep the bees. Now I realize pal, how regretful you will be. Life shall be so boring with no colors to see. Oh! My old Friend! Don’t you dare to change a lifetime with no regrets, but a lot of joy and fulfilment. A life full of mistaken good plans , and yet, at the end none of these mistaken plans will make you cry for not trying. Don’t you dare change this lifetime in order to fulfil your own bad plans. In order to acquire your great lands and your cottage in that shore sands. No life can be unique without some music playing loud. And there are more of colors, rhythms and hot dances I can present to you. You just need to leave that person I was saying, and bury deeply that skull. Nonetheless, I must warning you something. This breast will bleed when a good singer sing. You will have no more a heart made of stone, and uncountable fears will face you at dawn. But tear down this old soul of yours; tear down that man with no air to breathe. And your epitaph will proudly say: “Yes Sir! I once have lived, I lived and I lived”.