Is that you whose eyes try something new
When
night—deep-sunk and damp—invites
The
fatal moment youth decides to stop
Returning your phone calls and you watch
Magnificent
shadowless lilies bending still
Believing transformation is possible in this
Trampled
garden on this muddy ground
Where
fatigue stops to smoke a cigarette
Where you say you never know when night
Begins until you barter joy for comfort
Begins until you barter joy for comfort
O you say the awful thing in life is this:
We all have our reasons and all the plans
We all have our reasons and all the plans
We make take on air and finally sink
Leaving
things just as they’ve always been
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