I bought a home, a plot of earth.
It does not make a man of worth.
I sought a manor by the water.
The beach is for the seal and otter.
So I searched for rarer air.
Air is cheap and everywhere.
So I thought I'd buy the sky.
But no, a measly crow can fly.

Now all that's left for me is fire.
Now all that's left for me — a pyre.