Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me?
Why art thou to death
Sentenced by dark destiny?
Who in harsh despotic
Once from Nothing called me out,
Filled my soul with burning
Vexed and shook my mind with doubt?
I can see no goal before me;
Empty heart and idle mind.
Life monotonously o'er
Roars, and leaves a wound behind.
