Envy

I envy people who were born in Royal Palace
as well as those from a simple farmer’s house.
All lucky bustards who’ll never know malice,
and those proud fools who never break nor bow.

I envy those who were born with faith & purpose,
my own fate remains unclear and uncertain.
I am a clown and my life feels like a circus,
I act a fool and soon will fade behind the curtain.

I envy those who had found their way to heaven,
I pray to God, but He remains, as always - quiet.
I’ve sinned of course, but not all deadly, not all seven,
I am defiant, but I never joined a riot.

I envy women, their grace and gentle features,
they are the only source of love and inspiration.
They caused our downfall according to some preachers,
yet only they possess the power of creation.

I envy children, their innocence and laughter,
the way they play, the way they listen to a story.
They cherish life, they don’t think of hereafter,
they look ahead without fear, stress or worry.

I envy lovers that are lost within each other,
that tiny spark that soon becomes a raging fire.
The way they touch, the way they look at one another,
their sweet surrender to the passion and desire.

I envy nature, its serenity and power,
with all the elements that turn in endless motion.
Where every seed that falls to earth becomes a flower
and every little drop of rain will meet the ocean.

I envy! Lord! Perhaps I am a hopeless sinner?
The Judgment Day is coming soon without a doubt.
I’ll meet my Maker, He will take me out for dinner,
and simply tell me what this life was all about.