Our life is a lease,
One to share with the ones we love.
Our life is a base,
The soothing ground for the flying dove.
Melodrama and Melancholy tunes are the friends of our now shattered thoughts.
They beseech thee like the sad sting of ingratitude.
The society would almost never see us for who we are but for the mess we become after they are done with us.
My thoughts are black,
Still neither does my love diminish nor lack.
Fellows of fair thoughts and just heart, hear my words and tell me your minds;
Know thyself completely or perish from within.