Alchemist

Again I find myself in this narrow chamber

and my kettle simmers with the same old brew

now turning sour

there must be more to this than chemistry

as my soul burns with fever

instinctively I do repeat the simple formula

"solve et coagula"

he stands to face his fate alone

who will not be content with stone

some distant glimmers used to lessen my despair

since then this darkened cell has lost its charm

now I seek a lightning's glare

"Grips thee, thou Superman! Where is the soul elated?

Where is the breast that in its self a world created" - M

"Why grinnest thou at me, thou hollow skull?

Save that thy brain, confused like mine, once sought bright day

And in the sombre twilight dull,

With lust for truth, went wretchedly astray?" - F