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Thursday, March 19, 2009
10:11 PM
Desire
It's strange how detestable the complexity is,
Yet, but for all the desire to overcome it.
Then I think what is it I really want?
So much for just to be in tranquil and none.
In light, in dark, all but the same just over on.
Wishes, dreams, hopes, all perhaps only dust
To say perhaps material yet to see so empty and lost.
Why the cold, empty room, only to hold all but glass.
Strange is true and to think it's to avoid,
But how, how to contain all that's left within?
So full, so real and very much the hold of its grasp.
Escape is futile, or so it seems. Hope, hope.
Simplicity is so much to beg for, demand a must,
Yet it's hard to lose the scale of things.
Love and hate all put in one, combined so far,
Mixed emotions, thoughts and all to come in desire.
