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I have no reason why, The selfish, in vain, take hold Of a hope that cannot die, It’s really getting old But letting go doesn’t seem to be In the cards, i can’t play it On the tip of a thought, An answer, i can’t say it And the limits imposed by the lack of understanding Makes acceptance the course And of course, I’m not accepting Struggling in vain, there’s no other way Can i at least believe they know i remember. Nothing i could do but to Watch, and to pray Until returning our bodies to clay I try too hard somehow, without ever even trying Fruitless is the hand offering semblance to the dying The greatest minds can't find the cure What offer could i proffer here That wouldn't requisite a dejected tear... In vain, or in vanity Selfishness or insanity? No control over desire to Defeat this infirmity Should be left to the learned It's hard to trust the tried. I couldn’t agree more On nights like tonight.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
Helpless
I have no reason why, The selfish, in vain, take hold Of a hope that cannot die, It’s really getting old But letting go doesn’t seem to be In the cards, i can’t play it On the tip of a thought, An answer, i can’t say it And the limits imposed by the lack of understanding Makes acceptance the course And of course, I’m not accepting Struggling in vain, there’s no other way Can i at least believe they know i remember. Nothing i could do but to Watch, and to pray Until returning our bodies to clay I try too hard somehow, without ever even trying Fruitless is the hand offering semblance to the dying The greatest minds can't find the cure What offer could i proffer here That wouldn't requisite a dejected tear... In vain, or in vanity Selfishness or insanity? No control over desire to Defeat this infirmity Should be left to the learned It's hard to trust the tried. I couldn’t agree more On nights like tonight.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
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