So much time in futile searches The role you play in your failure Love's focus of attention is today Yesterday don't matter, if it's gone Everything will come to you eventually
Ejecting with all passion of a gushing river The rage of the heart against the soul A lot of willpower, self control and practise In making the way home, in the best way known Indulging necessities to not gratify animal passion
Mediocre attention lusting covets, be consoled that nothing will last. Truth is singular and its versions are mistruths. Always complaining, Always explaining A river gushing with all its passion Action is a common place, right action is not.