we are none of us so wealthy as to wake without fear
the ledgers of destiny strangely sparse in entries
(how many spend themselves in pursuit of themselves)
nothing to desire that costs less than the pain exacts
even hope can rob us of everything in its desire to be true
hearts the deepest when overdrawn of what had filled it
hurt the vacuum of debt we unknowingly signed for
nothing! nothing! nothing! is this to buy a beginning?
(the business of the future is always at our expense)
most of us want to make the little noise of petty change
to wake without fear too much meaning to afford