• So particular in its way, it is.
    It finds your weakness and preys from it. It wants to manipulate your kindness and leave you cold.
    Fate can be so cruel; as you limp to safety, it shoots you.
    I don't understand why circumstances like mine happen to the most unlikely candidates.
    Can it be changed? What other possibilities are there in life; may I make a choice?
    It is so hard to find peace in a world where rest is rare.
    Under which rock may my nugget of golden joy hide; may I claim my rightful find?
    My soul seems to wander this barren land, with hopes the griping pain can be cured.
    Maybe one day, the bliss my heart longs for will be in my embrace.