I fail to grasp horizons seized;
be this my aim — to live well-pleased
in poverty — the life I chose.
Never lament the end is near;
leave me to my endless dreams.
Let me linger where time redeems —
before I wither, then disappear.
I fail to grasp horizons seized;
be this my aim — to live well-pleased
in poverty — the life I chose.
Never lament the end is near;
leave me to my endless dreams.
Let me linger where time redeems —
before I wither, then disappear.