Afflicted

I can not imagine To live without a heart Like a car that fails to start And my head Becomes a boiling kettle Dancing with steam Like fairies from a scene Of the Midsummer Night Dream And my mind becomes uncertain Like I am blown by a whirl wind I can feel afflictions Because my world devoid of love I can feel afflictions Because I feel forsaken from above Hopeless Wandering in the wilderness of Zin With each plan failing Like I am paying a price for my sin I could not find I was blind By ignorance and selfishness And the evil we do on to others Will one day come to ourselves Like mischief in the night by little green elves For in life We adore the successful And celebrate the great And care less about men Of less fate For within us lies Karibaras Fall A place where dreams are realized No matter how cheap or tall But I am still afflicted And my heart Bears my witness Is failure a source of strength or weakness?