Why so tight on me?
Life...
I cry, I recall
All I did
And I am the one who orders peace
But does not find peace

Life...
How will I get up from here?
They will never comprehend
Why I reaped so little
Those who saw me toil

The song sang
That the Lord Almighty
Gives flesh to the dry bones
But my bones...
I fed them with all I could, I swear
But when they wanted to find connection
All my muscles disentangled from them

My infertile land...
I will call it that
I sow the seeds
And sweated while I tilled
From dawn till dusk
This maybe did not push it in my mind
That the seeds fell on rocks
...That they were choked by thorns
But how am I supposed to know?

Hurts hard
That I wasn't that plant
Whose seeds could disperse themselves
And work out theirselves to grow
...The science of barochory
Was never my experiment
Because everywhere
Was my energy, my efforce, my effort

Well...
They love the sun to shine on them
But it made my back crack and dark
Morning, noon, evening
I feel its burning rays
In spite of all that the sun...
Was reluctant to be
My companion in the league of compassion
Since I indeed worked hard but the sun...
It burnt all my crops!

Now let all my tear glands lacrimate
Let my mucus dribble down from my nose
Let my mouth stay dry
Let my lips be fissured
Let my legs stay confined
And let the palms of my hands
Support sobby chubby cheeks of mine
Because they are the only ones
That seem to care
In condoling my grieve