Nonsense

this item is just a work from boredom.

I didn't taste success
And I am not blessed
Achievements I've made
They will also fade.

The flowers bloom
They open with gloom.

Never be happy
The curse surrounds me
For things that I make
All for no one's sake.

The clown now smiles, but
Sadness, it's about.

And death is now near
And it's very clear
What now can I do?
Sorry, but it's true.

The sun now rises
But later, it sets.