We realize so many things,

In order to intertwine,Incompetence with anonymity.

Liquid gold,I’ve sailed the oceans,To project a lifeSo empty,Artic circlesWere less cold,I’ve climbedBare mountains,Thinking I wouldEasily find,Rarefied airThat makes all love,Seem kind,Yet all I foundWas thinning oxygenThat made it difficultTo breath,And get of LifeThat thrilling holdThat only, LoveCan give,Not being forcedOr even told.

It begins!And is over so soonAnd we, wastePrecious time,Playing, the Loon,Accusing,Every one elseOf our troubles,And LunaticallyScreaming,At the lonely Moon.

Where can I run?For Sorrow,With its silent gun,Has even stolen,The light of the Sun.

Now I feel cold,My nest egg has dwindled,That’s for not keeping,More eggs in my basket,Instead making omelets,Bad and bold.A la swindle.

Love and Hate?Not very much,Few people can escape,Their fatal touch!