Mrigasira

And upon my death
They will say
She was a fool.

She lived her life
With bated breath
She should have smiled more.

All her troubles
Could have been cured
If only trust endured.

But I am still alive
And know not who you are
That mean me well.

How can you?
Do you know me?
What wisdom do you hold?

I’ll stay the course
And keep my right
To bounce from heaven into hell.

For trust I have for naught.
I am but a miner
For a heart of gold.