Friday, 14 March 2014

What do I know

What not do I know,
Nothing, nothing, as I kneel before.
Vanity what does it afford me,
Nothing, as I view life's turbulent seas.

Beneath that rugged tree,
The stains that marred,
I struggle, hands to its bark,
Coarse to the very touch.

What do I know,
Living the very life I hate,
Hating the very one I love,
Loving the very one I long,
Waiting for that very day, written in songs......

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