She said what do you know about sadness?
You’re a young man, lovely
She said what do you know about poor things?
You’re a rich man, honey
She said how could you know about failure?
Look at your shirt and tie
I said if only you knew how many times
I tied my tie around my neck and tried to die
… and tried to die…
She said what do you know about hunger?
She said you smell like honey
She said what do you know about darkness,
You’re as white as the full moon
She said how could you know about
Enough! he said and rose himself:
Lo, for all the brightness of the moon
It seems a cruel joke for it to live in gloom
… in endless gloom
I said Burstner I know you’ve had your fair share of pain abundant
But what apparently you miss is the notion that I have too
It’s not something to put into a spectrum;
There isn’t less or more
The only wisdom to blossom out of sadness
Is that sadness isn’t yours and only yours
… and only yours…