Will of Fire/A Desire in Dire

Red fluid oozed from my feet, onto the pavement below, staining it crimson. This is not the path that I thought,
Thorns as sharp as blade, pricked, pierced, pained, spilling flesh over stone. This is not the place I sought,
Misery in the form of unhappiness, agony in the form of suffering. This is not the dream that I bought,
Hopelessness, Utter hopelessness! Helplessness, vulnerably helplessness! This is the burden of the fate that I caught.

Oh! I cried, looking at the dreadful passage that I have taken,
From this nightmare, this hollow dream, I soon shall awaken,
Walk on! Walk on! One step after another, mile after mile,
The destination is nearing, I shall rest in a while.

Through all my lament, my howl, my yelp, my bark; it still burns within me, the fire,
I looked at the winding way as it grew ahead me in length, happy, smiling, overjoyed- because I travel in the road of my desire.