I strain to hear what the birds are saying, the birds give me the finger and fly away.
I compare bakul flowers with hibiscus; yet these two different species mock me daily, making it clear: life is not about comparison!
Even while laughing I realize laughter alone cannot explain happiness; while running I understand how desperately I needed to stand still and let the sweet evening sun soak into my skin.
I am a man who bought gold and sold security, brother! What more is there for anyone to teach me?
I hoard time from those close to me and squander it on strangers; yet now in this final hour I cannot find a single person to carry my corpse!
What do I do now!? Is there really no way left to begin again?
My life has filled up with mistakes.
Now, if I take the value of my mistaken birth as zero, and multiply life by that zero, the answer comes... oh, zero again!