The wise man suffers

All my desires drive me to travel

Far from the shores of thought

Whenever I reject my desires

Those who long for freedom

Rebels on the paths of absurdity

Those who do not speak the truth

Or who have not challenged logic

I find myself lost and confused

I tire in the paths of need

I struggle with sick souls

I cling to what strengthens me

As the last warrior of ignorance

Thus, seriousness seduces me from amusement

I am not an ascetic in my life

Nor a traveler to my dreams

Because I have not chosen what I am

I have not yet stripped myself of my hope

So that my resolve does not fail

Those who may be taken from me

Or may abandon me forever

Or may travel with it to there

Where I do not find myself

Here my fears lie waiting for me

So that I do not hide them inside me

Because they are like embers in my comfort

I get lost in what occupies my mind

It urges me to search for Tricks

And takes me to the oasis of joy

I realize that I am a traveler with my body

And I swim on the wing of a dream

I carry my worries to my bed

And my mind may overflow with contemplation

Or I may drown in the swamp of illusions

So I seek help from the generosity of knowledge and play

To escape the clutches of despair

I see myself exhausted as a fugitive

Cut off from the banks of doubt

Regretting what I missed

Or groaning for what I endured

I am not a protector of myself

Nor a soother for my thoughts

So I search for peace of the soul

Between the bays of tranquility

And the meadows of emotions

I do not prefer intuition

If fatigue overcomes me

But I will continue to suffer with my mind

If I do not enjoy my foolishness