A world of people who stand aloof
Gesture to dine yet lack the proof.

In literature I go
Still I search for you
Firm grasp of the pen
Still I search for you
To the canvas & brush
Still I search for you
Until my passion is met
I will always search for you

For the sake of your loved;
You must let go

My heart aches & a burden lingers
Soul of me, to what gallops your cry
To my depths have I not searched?
Of each apex unknown?
Repetition, repetition, all consuming thoughts

Ah, perhaps not my mind must I venture
Keys of felicity in the helping hand
When hungry I eat; thirsty I'll drink
All peoples rich & poor; the previous is owed
Repetition, repetition, all consuming thoughts

Common *** for common man
Leave passion for the poet