The Inner Picture

It was a picture quite strange and bold
Showing a man lost in a dark place
Searching in mirrors his wrinkled face
Like a miner who looks for gold.

Before him was the whole world unfold,
Full of crimes, innocence and disgrace
And at a corner the very human race
Had buried its flaming sun into cold.

Examining the picture I ghastly found
Those living horrors one should deny
And after a while I even could see

That the picture represents the ground
Where a lonely grave says I must die
If I want to be happier and free.