A Waka for the Unloved

Why do we desire,
What people cannot fathom?

Where does our love lie,
That we pursue foolishness?

We don't know ourselves,
We don't know the world's orbit.

I feel like the fool,
In a cosmic imbalance.

My feet dare not rest,
Lest I fall prey to a prank.

A joke of the gods,
From that I flee, on the winds.

I may often run,
But I will not find peace here,
For in the running is life.