Prior worries past

I can do nothing about

The sun which has set

The burned out star

Or the dried up riverbed

And to feel jealous or

Somehow responsible for that

When I can control neither the flowing sun

Nor the burning sky or the waterless

It not me, no

But my emotion which shows

It is not true, yes

But just a feeling instead

The kind of fire in a heart

Which no man's healthy mind needs

The kind of negative desire

From which I always will flee

Saria