I'm looking for some balance in my life.
I'm looking for some freedom from the strife.
I'm looking for a job and for a wife,
Yet everybody cuts me like a knife.
I can see the fire in the skies,
And I can see the teardrops in your eyes.
I can see the world for all its lies,
Yet is there anything I don't despise?
My mood is blue, and yet my blood is red!
These deeds of derring-do will leave me dead.
My life's a book that I have not yet read,
And yet I sit and wait for heaven's bread.
When all is dark and given to despair,
Look for the vigil candle hidden there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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