Strife

I find no peace and all my war is done...

I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice..

I fly above the wind yet can I not arise..

And naught I have and all the world I seize on...

I desire to perish and yet I ask health...

I love another and thus I hate myself...

I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain..

Like arise displease me both death and life...

And my delight is causer of this strife...