Sigh 

What good my life if i cannot share happiness with plans? 
What good this heart if he is always sad? 
And how is this a worthwhile way to spend time? 
When the goal brings me more sadness than the road! 

I want no this - this future that i reach for! 
I like not this the road on which i walk! 
And there is one i much prefer to tread on! 
And yet i find that i hold myself back! 

"If you leave now u surely will be lost!" 
The fear of being forever unemployed.. 
Ties me to this merciless maiden 
I want not this yet fear to death to leave it! 

Such sadness wells inside that i dare quell it 
And nothing more, i cannot fuel this! 
My dreams are surely foolish and how can i follow them against all reason?!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Oh surely such a poor poet to run away with only his pen would be a treason!!!!!