Analysis of EVERYDAY STATIONS
Like a mute, alien star among Men, like a fired, outcast, pitiful little minute-man among the rest; a frateless, and companionless prodigal old-man - I must walk alone, forced to walk the pathlessness of the crooked roads of intent: my shell-maiden, though it protects and still protects me, I have long felt that nothing in this World can be quite right!
Those who once proclaimed themselves my friends, now stare at me like a broken mirror, with poisonous thorns flashing in their eyes. Is it all in vain? I see it's still the same old idiotic song: they don't want to understand! They stagger along the donkey-ladder of Life and careers never had, and like oxen and brainwashed steers they even sell each other out with a calm heart. Some would decorate the contours of my chubby face with a broken beer bottle.
The Director, the lawyer with whom I once kneaded mud in the sandpit to build a fancy sandcastle palace, drives around in his shiny luxury car and sees a curious, luscious swamp pond at the bus stop, he deliberately drives into it at high speed until I'm soaking wet, then slows down spectacularly, and I can still see his pale, pale eyes, not yet having forgotten the petty, childish sins of his fateful childhood. Many a time I'd rather let it be: I'm tired of it all, of the downward woes of Toleration! Who can truly know me, and honestly, with all my years?!
Somehow I clean myself up and go on, and when no one sees me anymore, I shelter under the rusted red leaf crowns of the shade trees of the Karolyi garden and shed my bitter tears. You or your World?
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Metre | 101100101110101100101010101010110011111011110110101101111011010101111111100111111 1110101111111101010110011001111101111101101011111011100101010110011010110011110111011011111001111011010110 0010010111111001110101101010110100101010010111011101000101111101110111101000011111111111001001010111101100111011111011110101101011101101001111 111110110111110111010010111101110010100111011111 |
Characters | 1,580 |
Words | 293 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 4 |
Letters per line (avg) | 310 |
Words per line (avg) | 72 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 310 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 72 |
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