There you sit,
Un-encumbered by the amount of loving intent that is shown.
You don’t answer, yet you are so daunting in your presence.
Why does it have to be this way and never that?
Am a just a rat caught in a trap with the only way to escape being release of my soul?
This same thing has happened time after time, and I see no real purpose or rhyme in it.
Maybe I do. Maybe it is to reach you.
Ha, who am I fooling, perhaps I am the only fool.
Rather be wrong about you.
There is no real purpose, no rhyme, I have been hanging in this crazy place
I cannot free myself, nor do I want to really.
I feel torn apart, it is once again, in part,to my foolish heart.
Mws R
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