begins with the end, and ends with the beginning
a life comes to standstill, the world keeps spinning
love in thy heart, will sure lead to suffering
don’t reach for the moon, her mirage heartbreaking
life is an idle pursuit, for the one still living
what becomes of him, with that beloved unwilling
the poet weeps, to leave his abode enduring
new raiments he must find, for a destiny alluring
it all came to naught- the preparations, the planning
the more he played, the more he kept losing
-adee
08:51pm
22/04/2013