The Weight Of Life Makes You A Slave, Fernando Pessoa Poem by Ravi Kopra

I sit in a chair
And forget all about life
It oppresses me.

The only pain I feel
Is the pain
Of having felt it sometime.

To be free is
To withdraw from the world.
You seek nothing.

No money, no glory
No love, no friends, no curiosity.
They do not flourish
In silence and solitude.

Unable to live alone
Is like being a slave.
Even if superior in soul,
You still are a serf-
A noble slave.

Woe betide you.
The weight of life makes you a slave.
Woe betide you.

Born free, yet you seek
Company for need.
The tragedy is yours alone
You alone must bear it.