Do the stars above mean anything?
For my doubtful eyes don't see a thing.
Of all my coins in the wishing well,
Do they grant my wishes? I cannot tell.
Envious
to those who were so lucky.
I'm
reluctant to face my own destiny
Beyond
my restless life in agony -
Desperate
to be in this bitter irony.
I
put the blame on greed,
Of
my simple needs it cannot feed.
My
hunger so painful as it bleeds,
Not
leaving for tomorrow a single seed.
I
held myself to a lonely wish,
Hoping
that tomorrow will be filled with bliss.
Of
my helpless self I cannot share,
The
joy, the laughter, never despair.