Look At Soliloquy! Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Look at soliloquy:
Describe to me, its features
Is it a road of gleaming marble?
Perhaps not, as I frolicked under the Sun,
It felt as if the earth glowers beneath my feet

Look at soliloquy:
If one dare take a picture of it,
Is it a picture of a dull revelry?
Perhaps not, as I drank wine and dined,
It feels as if somebody had died

Look at soliloquy:
Is it a great perhaps on an aeroplane?
Where one surmises that a foreign country,
Would treat one fairly with lavish feasts and people?
I think not – the soul is obscured and faces are blurry

Look at soliloquy:
Is it the leisure in front of the sea?
Where all the waves crash and the dunes lay subtly,
The seagulls hover calmly, the Sun shines blatantly –
No – it feels as if an iron of fragmented memories

Look at soliloquy:
Is it to marvel at every petty thing?
And see the beauty in every wretched being?
I think not – mendacity, this is not for me!
I see the world as a cell, with no cell mate

Look at soliloquy:
Compare yourself beside a jovial woman,
Where her lacquer shines ardently under the Sun
Now, tell me, what do you feel juxtaposed to a sprightly one?
If I were you, I’d feel as if a shabby, submerged swan

Look at soliloquy:
Between the lines of this poem, at the entrée of a reception,
At the notes of a song, or the bitter taste of every halted inception
Now tell me, what is to smile about in this world?
Tell me, with sincerity – and do not dare fumble in speech!