Why must the birds flee for warmer weather?
Insisting on something different, something better..
If only man could learn lifes signs,
To cultivate attraction until she decines..
Will bitter winds blow until we admit,
That the feelings are mutual, so who gives a s**t?..
Again, to feel is to be, so to be must not be so desultory,
As time passes us, cold and dying, we weave our own history..
I guess what I'm saying is..
Life is too short,
Plain and simple,
Love casts support,
And doubt casts it's ripples..
If thick fog lies where man cannot reach,
How can one mind be so mis-perceived?
If it cannot be cleared not concerned with the present,
Then why must conviction follow and be so unpleasant...
As meak mild yet strong as I am,
Nobody can free me from these chains I am in,
Credulous and fearless may make me a man,
But I simply don't care for the inevitable sin.