Almighty God,
Why do I feel this way?
Why does my heart often sway?
Why can't I be satisfied with what I have?
Did I not come from clay?
Then why am I weaker than hay?
How come I always feel this way?

Am I not grateful or is it just human nature?
Why can't I be like a tree instead, strong and fruitful?

Feeling empty— though having plenty...
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I, not see— the many things you have given me?

Perhaps, it's just me—not realizing exactly how things are supposed to be.