The snow and ice have melted long ago, already the grass returns to fields of

  gold.  So why am I still shivering? 

The seas and rivers change their courses, and  flow awry. So why am I turned to stone? 

Faeries and elves stir up their sisters into

  dance. So why cannot I move my legs today? 

Immortality seizes man's imagination. So can I  live another day? 

And why do I carry all the hours of all the days with me? 

Zephyrs blow the seasons hither and thither, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter. So what is there to fear? 

From year-to-year the swift moon repairs the heavens. Tonight the star-clotted sky, tomorrow stitching clouds.

I have grown old with all this waiting. 

The good die and their heirs scramble and lie for their inheritance. 

Who knows why? The gods above?

The greedy hands of the already-rich reach out  for more. Always more. While elsewhere bodies are tossed carelessly into a ditch.

Decisions are made for others and children's eloquence is exploited. Innocence pleads guilty to no charges.

 If it is not you to restore your life? Who, then? 

The chaste godess, Diana of the darkness, is  not alone anymore.

None of the gods, can break man's pettiness and narrow mindedness. They no longer try to modify this ape.

All have tried and all have failed.

Stupidity is a self-denying ordinance.  A running away, like cowardice, from the potential  to begin again, again.