I sing a song tonight,
With rhymes in it,
And a blinding sight,
To the occurrences of tomorrow,
I dread the present,
No one should feel sorrow,
This life exist because I wish it,
No substance I sense,
And not a friend to greet,
Cyclic life,
Provides relief,
With constant strife,
My mind is numb,
As if no thought proceeds,
Reality to I succumb,
This three line rhymes,
Is no new tale,
The princess died,
Listen to the crying wale.
