I met sorrow In a dream last night As the morning dew It hung among my concealed memories. Like a child I was too tired to fight But as a man I listened to its story And this is what it told me. Do not be alarmed my son Truth is a rule You must never lock up Your feelings of hate. Can you see me in the corner? Sitting upon this stool Is this the path to my distant fate? Or could it be the hidden chest of burning fury? Hold my hand mother I have fallen in the night Listen to this tale my father Or are you in a hurry? Stop for a moment and turn toward the light Listen to me child I am no angel, nor am I a demon I wish for you to know that a man needs a reason. So be an individual and heed to your own Because your mind is but an unfinished painting It can change like a season.