An Eulogy of Ideals.
Or anything that fills life.
A friend of mine told me to live life
Laugh hard and drive like we are high
And in the middle of the rooftop of the sky
There I lose myself, ideals of the mind
It’s all anomic Durkheim said
When values are thrown and wasted
Desires as high as the peaks of Varanasi
Sailing through an endless Avalon sea
We are knights battling for gold
We are priests preaching for glory
We are merchants buying popularity
And Nubian slaves losing spirituality
There I miss living life for granted
A hypothetical Lana del Rey-ian enigma
Because out of the live-fast-and-die-young rhetorica
There is an identity to live, a song to sing about
Can you tell me, dear friend,
A story about a guy who did not chase anything?
Who live life to live its fullness
And in the end of the day, die living
These feet ain’t no train, running unstoppably
Chasing what-so-called liberty, capitalism dignity
This heart needs passion, an appraisal energy
To manifest fully, actualize as a mankind lively...
So as we ride through the road of the milk
Have the cinnamon taste and cherry schnapps on our lips
And life will be as sweet as virginity
God’s apple, rose fully...
Yogyakarta, November 15th, 2013.
