Read it more then once.]
Never can I do in peace
That with which my Soul’s obsessed,
Never take things at my ease;
I must press on without rest.
Others only know elation
When things go their peaceful way,
Free with self-congratulation,
Giving thanks each time they pray.
I am caught in endless strife,
Endless ferment, endless dream;
I cannot conform to Life,
Will not travel with the stream.
Heaven I would comprehend,
I would draw the world to me;
Loving, hating, I intend
That my star shine brilliantly.
All things I would strive to win,
All the blessings Gods impart,
Grasp all knowledge deep within,
Plumb the depths of Song and Art.
- Karl Marx
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