I am cought in strong desire.
How can I that ever change?
Drunk and sullen in its mire,
I can merely rearrange
but the consequence stays dire
and confines me in its reigns.
Therefore I do watch my chains
and don't break them, for a change.
I accept their scars and stains -
as for myself, I stay strange.
They do tie me in a knot
and that puts me on the spot
but that spot I watch forever,
free from it, dazzlingly clever.
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