It’s so simple/
To wake up a lonely man enough
Until it becomes the only possibility
I’ll work hard all day
A new leader of destiny/
With the concise grief
Of weeping men, I’ll take it
Sow a dynasty, cheat fate
In the freedom of my pilgrimage/
Hardened, I’ll build a lonely country
Where I am both, President and Serf
I’ll break from love &
I’ll scorn fraternity/
Float my soul in my own cherry wine
It’s so simple
That’s what this world is coming to
I’ll polish my own tongue/
With kisses for melodious memories
That’s I’ll invent
Like a virtual network
Of my own imagination/
There will be brown petals of fire
Around my acts, circling my poems
My cattle will be the milk of muses
Like layers of autumn leaves/
Of all the beauty I shall witness
Something forgets in me, to count on others
It’s so simple
To wake up a lonely man/
And accept it all, perfectly.
Wuji Seshat 