Affliction is nothing new,
Seems nobody can be sadder than me,
A fear of happiness has arisen.
Days have passed,
But with lack of pleasure.
What can I do, when I know I can’t do anything,
Contempt, it truly is.
Unwise it is to run from mazes,
Wisdom it is to run inside mazes.
Wish I knew it before,
For then I wouldn’t have said, affliction is nothing new.