Envy [Neid] Marianne Faithfull

[Anna I]

And the last big town we came to was San Francisco
Life, there, was fine, only Anna felt so tired
And grew envious of others
Of those who pass the time at their ease and in comfort

Those too proud to be bought
Of those whose wrath is kindled by injustice
Those who act upon their impulses happily
Lovers true to their loved ones
And those who take what they need without shame;
Whereupon I told my poor tired sister
When I saw how much she envied them

"Sister, from birth we may write our own story
And anything we choose we are permitted to do
But the proud and insolent who strut in their glory?
Little they guess, little they guess
Little they guess the fate they're swaggering to

Sister, be strong! you must learn to say no to
The joys of this world, for this world is a snare
Only the fools of this world will let you go
Who don't care a damn, don't care a damn
Don't care a damn, will be made to care