|All the world is merry as a holiday|
or as if climbing to a vista in spring.
I alone seem listless and still,
as one without desire -
like an infant which has not yet smiled;
dejected and forlorn, like one with no home.
All the world has enough - and more.
I alone seem to have lost everything.
My mind is that of a fool,
lost in a cloud of indiscerning.
People on the street are bright and knowing.
I alone seem in the dark.
The people are sharp and discriminate.
I alone make no distinctions.
I drift about, at sea, with nowhere to rest.
All the world has a goal.
I alone seem aimless and unable,
like a rustic new to the city.
I alone seem different from the world,
because I value the food of the Dao.
Much deeper thoughts than Jack Handy.