One wish leads to another;
one bond brings about ten others.
It is in the very nature of human desire;
for, the joy one gets through its satisfaction
is imperfect, limited, temporary, pregnant with grief.
You sow bitter seeds and pray for a harvest of sweetness.
You sow bitter seeds and pray for a harvest of sweetness.
You wail over the soil, the plant, the rain. What can they do?
The seeds themselves are diseased, defective.
