My hopes burn out, desires rot I’m never happy with what I got A grumbling heart, undying pain “It’s unfair, it’s wrong”, I always complain! What I’ve got has no value for me Easy gotten, they’re gotten free What I haven’t is what matters most Run as I do chasing its ghost! When I stop the run, where the journey ends I lament my follies but can’t make amends They were always there, waiting in the wings I never cared to find, life’s precious things!