Since my success, I feel yet more repressed
For time had ceased, and yet concern remained.
I envy him, who I have put to rest,
For everything Iíve dreamed of, he attained.
ĎTis irony! The deed which should be heir
To thought; gives thought its birth and later dies.
Fair heart, draw me a mask that I may wear;
Let all be seen, but none be shown by eyes!
The earth does shake when glory sorrow greets.
Once dust is cleared, the guest puts on the crown.
Donít trust the lie that kings have softest seats,
The golden throne is harder than the ground.
Remember thus, that every happy blessing
Is often contradicted by its dressing!
†I fell in love and kept on falling
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 12-15-1999).]