"An Unspoken Desire"

It's dreary here,
where comfort bears
no place in my mind

It's fickle fear
that puts us here
wherever we are this time

And it hurts like hell,
knowing I cannot tell
the difference of lye and lime

But I imagine then
the perfect plan
to configure new ancient rhyme...

And it is said
when we go to bed,
in the morn we'll feel sublime

But it is not
Sublimity I want;
It is the vastness of time..

I know it's strange
and I know I'm deranged,
but sometimes I'd like to rewind.


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