In this world, deserving nothing,
I long to taste it all, to feel it sing.
Lost hours, mind wandering, for naught,
Instead of the knowledge I should have sought.

To waste time on things of little worth,
To let the mind wander, explore the earth,
The most valuable lessons I would spurn,
In favor of transient pleasures I yearn.

What's worth more, these random delights,
Or the lengthened love that a heart ignites?
In between the question, I find solace sweet,
As...