The dance of days, look at it, Game of stabs and slays, look at it, Innocent pays, look at it, This lust craze, look at it. Sometimes, I try to find peace, And, I get as much as grain, Lost solace is where day cease, And stars twinkle in pain. That's it? All rains are over? What a cageful mind, On which everything except freedom hover. -viui.