With just one life In cultural strain lest I shall refrain, To just touch the very hem on his

garment We all long for something yet for what Most of the world offers makes me want to just throw up With just one life through its bitter scorn & strife; Many our losing stamina amidst what is so trivial We all think we know yet all comes to nothing In peril choice at last one bread baking in the oven Chosen asps left out on its desperation We all long for silence on an awaited vacation Through a distant light in deep peril Stregnthened against a massive share all Sometimes would stomach its brigade torn, Chosen asps left out on its desperation We all long for silence on a long awaited vacation Through a distant shore left to find out more Such as a seagull will fly the height of its tide With just one life amidst such strife, We each search for bread yet come up empty