Conundrum
or Confusion
In a
vacuum where’s nothing, then a kiss jumps in
It’s the
universe’s creation
Your
being becomes living, you’re in from the cold
Humans
can have everything but without love the weather’s mold
Funny how
many protest they don’t suffer from something so old
Then on
the quiet they search for the gold
I’m an
alchemist of reversal for I turn love to lead
Is this
the quixotic characteristic that sees my love life constantly suffering deaths,
I dread
That
feeling of emotional implosion with the force of the ocean
Volcanic
eruption is the high of emotional explosion
So the
question in the vacuum is if people enjoy being human
Answer
deduced by looking at the wreckage from addiction
Listen to
the complaints from monogamous links
Hear the
misery from promiscuous chains that sink
Only the
few succeed in the muddle lanes
My soul’s
scarred with sorrow but that doesn’t mean I’ll surrender the dream
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