My eyes in look at empty spaces br I’m so close, but on futile traces br The dim of materialism is light to me br The flames of wealth are cool to thee. br I drew dreams dramatically, br Relaxing on pleasures emphatically br Yet, I call for a life worthwhile br It’s a quest quaking futile. br br I’m insatiable, this life on throne br My sacred life is stiffening like stone. br In sacred mission I refuse br Only to the peak of wealth I transfuse. br I sense this long journey cut short br I’m revoking the ways of my thought. br Today I give closely this poetic hind br I agitate my striving after wind.