Why, when happy, I cannot write?
My hand seizes up
As it runs on spite.

A limit of wrath
Has pumped it’s last breath
My heart is full, now it’s following my path.

Now I don’t even think
The wretches I have seen
So long burning fury, it’ll cause me to sink.

I won’t stay this way
I know it’ll be short lived
But I once I build a field
I’ll wait and I’ll survive.