The Chains

Of this stressful world, what is the beauty,
If it passes by before one can think?
Time thoughts enslaves in the chains of duty;
When I try to break free, the chains just shrink.

The chains cramp so tight they cause me great pain,
But soon constrict more and arrest my breath.
I’ve fought hard to live, but it seems in vain –
Now thoughtless, breathless, I await my death.