Differentiae

Sky was blue and sun was grey.
It darkened a sunny day.
Gratitude's from suffering
Momentarily recessed,
So suffering I suspect
Was created for this world
To generate more respect.

A little hole opened up
Like a window in the world.
I have to die very soon
And don't know to do it.
The window's too hard to reach
On my own and I don't wish
Slowly to be pushed through it.