I'm grateful, Something bad, Like all the wisdom, I never had.
I'm heedless, No more time, To make them understand, Through the rhyme,
I'm heedless, Blurt them out, All the sacred teachings, What their about:
God like a cancer grows. Upon the thought of what he knows, Above Nirvana yet below, Wherever nothing tends to go. A crying child in the snow, A speeding car quickly slows, A smiling woman in meadows, The emotions I shall bestow.