The more efforts,
The more hustles,
The less results.
The more dismal failures,
The more all in,
The more jeopardy.
Shall I take what another made?
While I fail to make any.
Ready to be taken by thee;
Why has thou made in me a being?
Perhaps the surface remains smooth
Without the walking tears and sorrows.
Shall I sleep deep
Rather than die tonight.
Shall I be in my cell
Rather than disrupt living.
Live live the living,
I am the walking tears and sorrows;
And you are excused.