Why Am I Always Where Sadness Is?
Why am I always where sadness is?
Why can't I go away into the joy of life
And its many gifts pleasures and blessings?
Why am I always where the sadness is?
As if this were greater nobler more beautiful and meaningful?
Why do I need the sadness so much?
And why do I live in it night and day
As if it were not only my friend
But my essence?