Don't Take A Latin Course This Summer

Don't take a Latin course this summer, study me.
You can fly next year with a glider.
Try the emptiness in my madness this summer...
I brought you an antiquated romance, a primitive abstraction...

If time is always here,
Unmistakable of all time.
What could be an abstraction
It remains an immortal possibility,
Only in the world of wishful thinking.

Is to digest the pain,
Looking for longing,
Is to accept not being able to find,
To express the separation.

To smell the truth,
To abstract,
And being able to afford to pay the price,
Strings of happiness.

To string like pearls,
Without describing in sentences,
To bring together fraternally,
Give emotion.

Saying thought,
Engrave on hearts,
Simply put,
Is to reflect the will.