i find no peace

I find no peace, and all my war is done.

I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice, 

I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise,

And naught I have, and all the world I sieze on.

That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison,

ANd holdeth me not, yet I 'scape newise;

Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise, 

And yet of death it giveth me occasion. 

Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain;

I desire to parish, and yet I ask health;

I love another, and thus I hate myself; 

I feed me in sorrow; and laugh in all my pain. 

Likewise displeaseth me both death and life,

And my delight is cause of this strife.

-Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder

broke it down and now i appreciate it. poetry is a beautiful thing once you understand.