A varied melancholy, pulsating darkness Even though full and flourished Despite outward appearance and circumstances Darkness wills to be nourished
Untended beds, fallow of seed Indisposition of the spirit The lack of meaning we all need Only if willing to hear it
Acknowledge the ineffable, under cover Unmeasurable, outside the rational Keep the devils at bay, from taking over Connect the universal truths eternal
It’s a splendid winter wood – On a chilly December morning – – The crunchy road straight – – Towards the gnarly wooden gate – Unhinged a snowy warning Where splendid walls once stood
It’s a splendid moss a-growing – To shade this dewy frost – – Ray’s barely breaking through – – Another turn remained true – At a further year’s cost Awaiting the splendid summer’s glowing
Were you true to yourself? Did you honour your dreams? Did the choices you made mean what it means? Did your daily bread fulfil all your desires? Do you have time left to enjoy what inspires?
Did you suppress your thoughts to keep the peace? Are you bitter withholding, without any release? Is there anyone left now to hold your hand? Were friendships gone what you had planned?
Now you’ve concluded happiness is a choice But it’s too late now for your youth to rejoice Your life had possibility, as good as it gets Your heart is aching with these dying regrets
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