My words, they’ve always been few,
But,
it is my immediate need,
A boost to my flagging fortitude,
That longing for a love I may cede,
Yet love, live fearless of solitude.
Yet, uneasy now is the silence;
My thoughts, they jump the queue,
Their commotion, it’s so dense.
My thoughts, they jump the queue,
Their commotion, it’s so dense.
Love and bond and communion,
Scruples and motives and sin,
Things I believed to be in oblivion,
I can hear them squabbling to win.
Scruples and motives and sin,
Things I believed to be in oblivion,
I can hear them squabbling to win.
I have read many a trailblazer,
Ridicule the mind in many a pun,
Only for me to feel like a stargazer,
Squinting under the midday sun.
Ridicule the mind in many a pun,
Only for me to feel like a stargazer,
Squinting under the midday sun.
Just a semblance of permanence,
I feel, will cure this badgering bout
– Not the greatest act of deference,
I know, to the timeless divine clout.
I feel, will cure this badgering bout
– Not the greatest act of deference,
I know, to the timeless divine clout.
A boost to my flagging fortitude,
That longing for a love I may cede,
Yet love, live fearless of solitude.
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