What is it that makes me deeply happy inside?
What treads upon reasons, not knowing its own name?
Must we dive deep into madness to feel joy?

You never have as much as you want!
You never want as much as you must!
Mirrors hungry for love fear you!
And yet we eternally crave more.

As if we’ve closed our eyes to reason,
and walk half-asleep in some new world.

From which I never saw that even those women were mad,
when they let me be their time,
which I gave to them fully, and stole away quietly.

And didn’t we know it, somehow,
not by accident say “good morning, God!”
and fall on the pavements
beneath his tables!

Remember the taste of wine,
or is wine only desire,
or madness that colored this red world,
before heavy, impenetrable doors
that we break through in madness!

We, who pray to the sun to shine
while his creators greet us!
We, who forever walk
the repaired paths of sharp events!
We, who walk even when there’s no ground!
We, who often wipe it clean
and tie a black blindfold over our eyes!

We, the chosen!
There are others,
but you must not touch the magic!