The rays of the sun reflect on my eyes, from early this morning. Thus I am still weary, Ye I shall scorn. I try to chase the wind; my mind is too unique. My heart filled with rage, O my why today.
2. Now it is noon, thus the scorching heat. The boredom is depressing, for all I do is sit. Perhaps I am contemptible, for my laziness. My selfishness is outrageous; I am without context.
3. The sun is down, my energy is depleted, my willingness is diminished. I am full of pain, relieve me of my misery. Thou cannot save me, I am derisive. Who will come to my aid, for I am dismissive.