A four-line miniature. The mind is filled with “a malicious feeling” the speaker cannot beat with his mere being — and against it, one wish: to live, flourish and grow “not like a cactus in the desert, but like flowers in a field.” Survival against flourishing, in a single image. Its brevity makes the contrast severe. Malice fills the mind, but the answering wish is biological and simple: live, flower, grow. The poem does not explain where the darkness came from; it concentrates instead on the stubborn counter-instinct toward development. In four lines, survival is imagined not as endurance alone but as growth toward a form the hostile feeling cannot dictate.