Monday, November 16, 2009

Passing Whim

I find myself centered
Repeatedly in despair
Because every where I entered
My soul was in repair

Crying silently to her
She isn't aware
And I'm not quite sure
How I should share

I creep into her dreams
Without knowing you
Even now it seems
So dark, no clue

Playing with hearts
Masterful norms
Breaking into parts
Waiting till it warms

Sleeping I find truth
Complexity is to simple
Maliciously becoming sooth
Hoping for a happy dimple

So I write this quest
Denying all its validity
Pondering, I will never rest
Failing is such a pity

I pass on life never
But wish I could live forever

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