O, come along!

This dreary essence

Of your life,

Which is never shining

And would strive

For your fall,

Makes you the fool.


"Would that you tumble,"

Sings the delusive siren,

"And come no more to tread

Lightly on these boards;

Would rather that you crash

Down into this pit,

Heavy-laden with misery!"


O, come along!

Leave your illusions behind

To find new ways to tread;

Would that you realize

And seek new solutions —

For there ‘s a way out of this:


Colour imaginations instead

That never would arise

In this dark lion’s den

Of ambiguous life!