She walks past with leering pain;
he plainly harbors an inbound torment.
However did I pass that fate,
which I scantily grazed?
Credit be to good fortune;
clouded by uncertainty;
and inherited by chance.
My doings have but empty earnings.
The probability weakens for your time;
but the world needs more ethics;
people of my mind.
If I make you possible,
there may be hope.