Taunted by unseen forces
I am powerless to extremes
Why shall I be forsaken
In my lucid lover’s dream?
In cognitive slumber
I live a life of grief
I play the easy plunder
And await my special thief...
I see our world
Through enlightened eyes
I know my heart is not divine
The paths of love
Tear through the mind...
Chasing her, I dread the voice
That wakes me when I tire
Beckoning me to pace myself
And seek unknown desires...
The trespasses of one’s heart
Are far beyond the soul
Thus ‘tis the larger part
That I may never know
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
Taunted by unseen forces
I am powerless to extremes
Why shall I be forsaken
In my lucid lover’s dream?
In cognitive slumber
I live a life of grief
I play the easy plunder
And await my special thief...
I see our world
Through enlightened eyes
I know my heart is not divine
The paths of love
Tear through the mind...
Chasing her, I dread the voice
That wakes me when I tire
Beckoning me to pace myself
And seek unknown desires...
The trespasses of one’s heart
Are far beyond the soul
Thus ‘tis the larger part
That I may never know
I believe that there's something to believe in...
R Po TT 07 2019
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