I asked God his majesty wether I was worthy of the breath That comes and goes warranting no continuation He asked what I would gain over a sudden death? What dreams I yet had unfulfilled, What sleeps I had yet to sleep To let the weary night beam in relief, and the day twirl in the excitement of awaiting fortune, and to take a leap toward the untamed sun, for a heap of mercy. He knew all I had deprived my sight of, to flee like birds before a bear. For life in all its solace is no forebearing, but erupts in discourtesy. So I embraced an eye and kept weeping for the breath in my lungs was worth keeping.