I envy the beasts who eagerly play
Ignorant to the howling rain and dismay
Of days flowing through the ash gray veil,
Fate had planted on sinners today
Nonetheless, I stare through dim window pane
At their figures entwined with free and insane
So as I refrain from following their ways,
I longingly hope to embrace such days
Graying away along the raven's say,
Regretting the times I'll never partake
I scrape away at my chest as it aches
For the parades and dances I'll forever crave