I
Who will procure the heart?
Everlasting happiness
Or the decay of time?
We never foresee the
Trials just around the bend
Will we continue tomorrow
Or cease today?
The mind does not fathom
Contemplating this daily
Until the final moment arises
And we are left with that only.
II
What low this bitter hatred is?
No one has wronged you
Yet you feel the need to kill
The innocence of radiant light
With your enveloping darkness.
III
Doomed to repeat
The past
We do not need
To drag
Its violent memory into
The future.
VI
And yet
You continue to
Provoke the night.