All the sunny rays of the sun of this life,
absorbing each sorrow
Without remorse for own loss,
with enough anguish to burn out
What lays shamelessly around oneself,
here one stands alone, with only one hope
Each moment that one may live
this all will pull away silently…
As one pushed oneself against all wrong things,
with unwavering zeal
Inquisition evoked on every unperturbed bidding,
one harks, but then there is nothing else to be done
Except, one’s soaking up!