Trouble o' trouble.
why hath thou robbed me
of my utmost desire,
my dream,my ambition.
why hath thou chosen to plauge my heart
with unrest.
Lo my head is filled with wishes,
my night long taken by each stroke of thought.
where is he,whose days has never been blurred
by the troubles of life,
or he who amidst splendor
is not tossed by the fear of failure;
indeed i find none.
How i crave for a day without you.
For that day like a gift,
is a slice of heaven,but i fear
heaven will not tarry.
subtly i am held with thy warmth
with no warning thou invade me
distorting my dream and vision.
can a man live without a dream?
should i dwell among my people
without the intent to excell.
Trouble o' trouble;
thou art the cursed lot
of mankind.
Seio.