I am about to weep in sadness,
I am about to cry in joy,
But both extremities are merely,
The stoical tears of a boy.
Why don’t these tears know elation?
Why don’t they know disdain?
Why, can they not fathom harmony
Or even an ounce of pain?
If I wanted to despise evil
Or celebrate the glories of goodness
Oh why, oh why, do my eyes exude
Such dispassionate drops, to express?
I thought tears exacerbate sadness,
I thought they invigorate bliss,
But just like a man in drunken stupor
One doesn’t know which emotion is ...