Weltschmerz is my thing the
Cloud of being hovering
Pervasive in my eyes.

Sighs, I have sighs, and I
Bear them bravely in these
Terrifying heights

That dizzy the mind and
Make the soul burn

But I am gaining ground
Abseiling slowly down the
Rock of all my being and

I will touchdown with
My singing feet
Yearning for the lowlands

And daisies in the grass, the
Bluebells chorusing - life is
The living thing that

Takes us in and nourishes
All our growth.  One day
I will go forth

And I will be
That smiling thing
I stretch my hand to reach and grasp.
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