Paradox

When first I ended
Then I first began
Then more I travelled
Further from my rest
Where most I lost
There most of all I won
Pined with hunger
Rising from a feast

Methinks, I fly
Yet want I legs to go
Wise in conceit
In act a very sot
Ravished with joy
Amidst a hell of woe
What most I seem
That surest am I not

I build my hopes
A world above the sky
Yet with the mole
I creep into the earth
In plenty I am
Starved with penury
And yet I surfeit
In the grеatest dearth

Methinks, I fly
Yеt want I legs to go
Wise in conceit
In act a very sot
Ravished with joy
Amidst a hell of woe
What most I seem
That surest I am not

I have, I want
Despair, and yet desire
Burned in a sea
Of ice, and drowned
Amidst a fire [x16]