Torment, torment.
Disgrace, disgrace.
For what reason wouldn't we be able to all be companions?
Distress, distress.
Dread, fear.
Why am I so perplexed?
A people despising its own
So much abhor, torment, fear.
Why?
For what reason wouldn't we be able to simply find a sense of contentment?
You can never really win.
Your negatives will dependably exceed
The positives.
Genuine joy is nonexistent.
Why? Why?
For what reason wouldn't we be able to reason together?
Sit and drink tea together?
Why every one of the breaks and fraud
What's more, disdain? Predisposition?
What am I doing here?
What is my motivation?
What is my reality?
Do I mean anything to anybody?
What?
Why?