A lone cowboy on the road to no-where;
road full of wonder, fights and hardships to bear.
"So many battles! You have to endure!" -
I catch you again on my favorite lure.

You want pain and sorrow - here you are, take it.
I want to please you, hence you might not make it.
I am not alive, and yet I function
I bend your willpower, you follow my junctions.
Spending self dry fighting own dream and shadow,
I suck out your life, I feast on your marrow.

Eventually, you wind up in despair
and shout "you are cruel!" and "this is not fair!".
While I am an element (hardly you can debate it)
I'm natural force that you have created.
I am not evil, but nor am I good -
I am like a wind... a wind that needs food.

But you can be free if do not get involved
in all the things I make you want.
I can take you to heaven, I can do you well,
but you keep asking me for hell.

Your lapse has passed, year after year,
life's now too hard for you to bear;
now it is time you end your way -
another soul turned into prey.