Ma, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart

Ma, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart

My best friend, my good mind, tells clean what’s right on my part

But my worst foe, my other mind, takes me down the drain

To the ways of flesh it makes me yield, oh, what strain!

Ma, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart

That you stand laughing doing nothing on your part

I tumble, I get up, for eons the silly show goes on

I, poor I, wretched I, by your Maya have been conned

Ma, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart

That noxious sense pleasures have hooked me on their leash short

That the me which has tasted the bliss of infinity

Is still held in chains by body’s infirmity

Ma, to kick this habit, even if you wouldn’t aid

You can’t hold me down, your store of weapons I'll myself raid

I know the way right

But go back when goals in sight

Hooked to Maya blight