No matter how day goes

how sun set, moon rose;

Unworthy still this soul;

Unworthy, still bemoaned.

Hard a task to please

be what they want me to be.

How to know when this is met

so much standards here unkept.

Called to wrong, called to sin

ungrateful this insulted kin.

Don't know, not aware

What to do as eyes they stare.

At the wrongs, at things undone;

all the dreams that sleep has shun.

No pride in me, no open door,

close the windows, I failed once more.

March 2001