Unfolding Thoughts Poem by Wangchat konyak

There's no world as happy as a fantasy-
For a man to find himself in agony.
Though one may barely feed his hunger,
And quench her thirst after burning at Sun;
The fancy of her thoughts outwit the load
And his day dream concealed his sorrow.
The reality of life is so lamenting;
That though the finger of man aged-
He is never content, never ceased from toil
And her wants only gives birth to anxiety.
For a poor, fortune seems distance prevailing,
Yet his pure heart enrich health and joy;
But for the idle hands, every door is fold
And her covet for wealth bewitched her mind.
Hence, there's constant conflict within oneself-
Enduring to adapt the code of this untoward world,
And even fantasy forsake to uphold his grief
And her intimacy for fancy is bewildered.