How sad—
How sad the human circle seems
So cruel so cruel
So different from my dreams
So far from perfect
So plainly not god
So selfish—me
So false
So ugly odd
Why do I see what I should be?
Desire, blame, resentment lie
Deep within emotion’s sty—
What fool commands a pig to fly?
What has a worm to do with sky?
Newborn baby warm and rested
Loved and cuddled
Fat and fed and dry—
Why does the baby cry?