Since my sixteenth birthday Doubts have plagued my sleep Each yawning daybreak found me hopeless Writhing underneath the sheets; I searched four years to find myself Some purpose to this life Dividing wrong from right Even mere consciousness caused such pain
Walking through the woodland; Tender springtime leaves; Those little flowers in the meadow Speak of innocence and peace: There is no refuge in this world No saviour, 'Self', nor soul Discarding every goal When understanding comes - There is love