We dilute inner misery

By seeking a victory

In the race of the worldly

To be seen as worthy

Misery is cold, unforgiving

A prison amid the free living

We return to it at night

All alone with our plight

We need not be miserable

Even if grief’s unmeasurable

By looking at the whole

We’re granted refuge in the soul

Where we find what’s lost

It lies beyond thought

Out of reach of misery’s hand

Where bliss can expand