My life is a chase

My life is a chase
After some shadow
Whose mysterious ways
All miseries endow!
The love's mad belief
And bitter illusions
My saddest griefs (grieves)
And elusive visions;








The heaven I aspire
And the hell I fear
And whatever I admire
Or deeply endear
The blossoms& flowers
Winters and springs
Gay and sad hours
On swift or slow wings
Joy and sorrows
Hopes and desires
Whatever life borrows
And richly attires
The doll of vanity







And forgets its aim
While the false satisfy
Undoes the whole game
My life thus or hollow
So noisy with mischiefs (mischief)
Yet all blindly I follow
This cloud of griefs (grieves)!