When sadness falls upon thy breast, my dear,
And all of life's small joys empty and vain,
Not worth the effort to ev'ry sting bear,
The cost too much for too little a gain

You fear that you will never find your place,
A purpose that will lead you down your path.
Without it you will never win the race.
Try as you might, you cannot do the math.

You fail at everything you try and know
Effort does not, cannot promise reward.
You wish you could simply let it all go.
You wish that everything was not so hard.

To that I say, well fuck that shit, my lord,
And vow to live life like a kitten. Word.