A Wishful Heart

In this capitalist world,
I'm just me myself
To-day I dwell in a desolate life
but the prospect remains ever unknown
cloudy and fading were no longer wonder
and i know the fortune still arises someday

I muse and conduct
but my education is languid
no use weeping nor would sighing do
I confess and study
but the time keeps lapsing ever and anon
those variations i cant deserve
and nor can thy providence be

Thou hast promised in thy minstrelsy
I shall acquire a life of heaven
Thou hast whispered at thy worship
I shall wander lonely over a cloud
But all i behold to-day,nothing convinces me
I know the world wont care for my self-esteem
and i know it misty and remote
They live in their own space of minds'limit
They have no consciousness to realize my being
WHY do we ever abuse our sensation illusional
they are just something else like ants or high-heel shoes

The world is marvelously capacious
while my portion is tiny and dolce
just like a fragrant rose
floating over the Pacifc Ocean in a roaming wind

Along the journey
I attempted to discover something like
truth of beauty and shape of soul,
science and ethic,
culture and nature,
And I attempted to gather capital occasionally like
wealth and dignity
desire and consolation
but i know its only a business affair
I would not make exchanges with my vision of peace
I would understand it better than usual
And i enjoy it as if a heaven


Alas,when the heaven falls into golden dream,
where angels murmur like rustling leaves in wind,
and flowing river full of honey or milk
the life which thou blessed,
would finally find its appropriate way for good.