Never still, always palpitating,
Agitated by the entwines of reality.
It is the fuel of my life,
That which keeps me standing
And I suffer because of it.
But without it,
I would not survive.
How do I live?
Does the emotion balance out?
Or do I withdraw into a world
Which happens to be only a creation of my hellish mind.
So, unto thee, I say:
Give me the woodlands to trod upon,
And I will live in peace;
Give me the rivers and streams to listen to,
And I shall sleep in peace;
Give me the valleys and mountains to look upon,
And I shall wake in peace;
Give me the woodland creatures to accompany me,
And I shall think in peace;
But give me a rifle and a conflict,
And I shall die in peace.