One who hungers for distress
Shall meet an untimely unrest
For it is they who will be set by the wayside
With no friends and nowhere to hide
One who lusts for power
Shall not blossom like a flower
But instead lose meaning
They will find love fleeting
One who becomes delusional
Shall have the escapism of a musical
For they shall see life as they see fit
But they really can't grasp it
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I would like to translate this poem
how true to life you tell, your words on life do spell