.

I notice how easy it is for tears to fall

You feel angry, sad, yet happy

Happy that one is alive,

One can cry,

One can be human.

You hold on to the thread that prevents you from going over the border.
From diminishing your inner being
From losing sense, peace, happiness
From being constantly drowned in agony, anger

But many times we slip, we fall
But that thread does not snap
It turns into a golden rope,
Your salvation out of the abyss you send yourself into

Some ignore this lifeline, and yield to the forces that work against them
Forever enslaved by non-existent fears, lies, grief
Still the rope lies there, open, ready

Its simple, actually

If you just keep everything to yourself, your anger, grief, happiness,
You yourself will soon be unable to see the way out
If you yourself are plagued by desires and the mentality of this cruel society
The darkness will soon cloud your vision
Rendering this beautiful world ,
gone.