We can never
Trust another,
For none are sincere or pure,
Sainthood, really? , fools’ allure,
There is Evil Hood instead
So beware what mud you tread.
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A confusing life it is,
In the arms of our pettiness,We miss,So much of real conclusion.We try to arrangeAnd pick up sticks,The answers to confusionAnd at the end,We all have missedThat Life’s but an Illusion.
Song of the Lonely,
I love you only,You’re in my heart!Parting forever,Forever, apart,Song of the lonely,Now in my heart.
If I Can change one minute grain of thinking,
Even in the smallest degree,It will be worth my writing all the letters,That are still within me.
With time,
Like a ton of bricks,And you realizeToo late,How to guide your lifeAnd avoid ‘all free’And stupid, risks.
I have loved you in the silence,
And I’ve loved you in the secret,Hidden cave of my delight,And I never, never told you,But you never, never, asked,Why whenever I would hold you,Time just didn’t seem to last,For there was no painful present,And no memories of the past,And the only thing that mattered,Was that you were mine, at last.
I have to say what I have to say,
That is the only way,That Life is possible for me,My thoughts, my feelings,Creep out in dismay,And most of the time,I have plenty to sayTo be sincere or not,That is the main question,The Truth has always been,My very first selection.