The world,
has grown weary of me,
or have I grown weary of it?!
The Sun, the Moon
have faded so much,
the sky faded from edge to edge.
The world,
seems withered to me,
you’d think it suffers, is sick,
the globe boils, south-north,
burns as if in fever thick.
The world,
has grown weary of mankind,
or has mankind grown weary of it,
did the World do something bad to us?!
Or does man to the world
unjustly throw blame and quit?
