For what did I toil?
I climbed the heavens in my youth
I quenched fires to survive
I deserve to eat happiness
I don't deserve an apology from happiness
I treated my parts with sweets
They all betray my kindness
Legs refuse to respect me
Memory refuses to remind me
Hands prevents me to pick food
Tongue does not praise me
I sit in this corridor, waiting
Waiting to begin my next life
Waiting to exit suffering
Waiting to enter emptiness
When you reach your peak
Death follows you