In this eternal void, one, contemplate in desolation
"Does mine life even bear signification?" thus said in isolation
Just one man, he who was once ever so jolly remain,
Struggle persistently, enduring life, in perpetual affliction.
"Oh so cruel life, I plead to thee!, Grant thy subjects Equity!"
Thus replied "That mine self shan't do. For I myself am unpredictability"
"Still, doth life allow fairness?" — Nay! tis a hurdle thou must best!
But those lacking mettle, I see thus a difficult path, courage ye, must amass!
A forlorn man, confronting life, in its own stratagem, whilst one's own mind's in extensive mayhem
"Will I ever conquer this obstinate sanity?" Thou said ever-oh-so persistently
One's existence, will always think willfully, thus give your greatest effort, overcoming
one's own folly
From life unto death, all suffer frailty, face thy shortcomings and seeketh tranquility
— Shuma