Happiness As My Goal

I wielded might. I've found it null and void. With all my riches, I just get annoyed. Did I not rest in the lap of grandeur? Did this yet bless me with rock-hard valour? I'm able to see a bloom as a bloom. In marriages of times, I am a bridegroom. Each scant blade of grass is a Bodhi tree. With the season's changes, I must be free. Wellness must spring from optimism and peace. Boats of my untamed thoughts must be at ease. I took pleasure, once, in arrow and bow. Shouldn't I, for my forgiveness, pray now?