I Take A Step

I take a step and make it up
As if I made of tea a cup.
Perhaps I never was prepared.
For aftermath, though, it was cared.

The only thing worth wishing for
Is not to be a bloody bore.
I take a step and wish for it
To show I am not God damned fit.

I take a step, and maybe so
I find my way, a way to go.
The joy of life is to create.
And futile is to go for gate.

The joy of sorrow is the thing
That will to satisfaction bring.
I take a step and I am glad
I feel for it. I am not sad.