Apr 2018
What threatens and congests my chest
Is neither feeling nor felt
But frustration at the April snow
At the frozen tendencies of me
Which move so slow
And yet, never for the life of them, seem to melt
Frustrating is this man called me
Is neither feeling nor felt
But frustration at the April snow
At the frozen tendencies of me
Which move so slow
And yet, never for the life of them, seem to melt
Frustrating is this man called me
Sometimes in life any amount of thought is too much thought. Some things are just apparent and therefore apparently needed in order to be done. Only then can you be, not content, but distracted. For the contentment you need faith.
