My Soul s in a Whirlwind

My soul's in a whirlwind
Of constant turmoil,
Forever tormented,
Like a tree in a wind;

Ok, let it be,
My self-imposed toil;
My troubles will vanish,
Like seeds in a grid;

There's no need to cry -
I won't be forgiven;
Alone for myself the strictest judge;
For nothing I ply;
Stifling the fever;
Looking just fine,
And bearing no grudge;

Feeling important -
Is a man's utter dreaming,
Appreciation -
And crude respect;
So large is my quota;
I can't believe it,
So much affection
That's hard to accept.