Deep inside me, yet where I not know,
Is the truest of all, the heaviest sorrow.
I know not why, I know how,
A great thing in me, at right now.
Wishing my eyes shut on this dimensionality
With worries of nothing, just in the reality
When I return, along with my worries
They'll be lessened, along with my furies.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
Deep inside me, yet where I not know,
Is the truest of all, the heaviest sorrow.
I know not why, I know how,
A great thing in me, at right now.
Wishing my eyes shut on this dimensionality
With worries of nothing, just in the reality
When I return, along with my worries
They'll be lessened, along with my furies.
Written April 3, 2002
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