To serendipity I yearn,
Yet my soul holds no clue.
The fires of self-indulgence burn,
Unyielding to another's woo.
But life without ambition feels tedious,
The longing for love grows more obvious.
My monotonous days now find cessation,
As my heart seeks leisure, a new elation.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
To serendipity I yearn,
Yet my soul holds no clue.
The fires of self-indulgence burn,
Unyielding to another's woo.
But life without ambition feels tedious,
The longing for love grows more obvious.
My monotonous days now find cessation,
As my heart seeks leisure, a new elation.