The holiday is followed by the sadness,
Reminiscence must lead to meditation,
Worlds noise and joy turn out to be the madness,
Since darkness lights the tapers hesitation.
The soul takes off, is homesick at the same time,
Its emptiness is the result of surfeit.
As bitter remedy conceals the trace of datum
But takes way the sweetness of the profit.
The rapid change of anger, laugh and tears,
When blocks look like the thrones, it doesnt mater,
To walk the tightrope who is volunteer
If mental equilibrium is absent?