Blues or Permanent Muse?
The sweetest songs are those that speak our saddest thoughtSang a romantic fool
I agree
I identify
Yet
I wonder
Am I thus a melancholic person?
Does it mean
That’s life’s short of joy
That sorrow is the only thing I can enjoy
Whether I have lost
My sense to feel happiness
Am I paralysed in this respect?
Or is it life that has taken me ahead?
Stream of consciousness
Bewilderment
Passive acceptance
Mechanisation
Spiritual Aridity
Virtual insanity
Existentialism
Who am I?
Caught in the labyrinth
With no space to move
We have nothing to do but pray
To escape being the spiders prey
Hallucinations
Simple complications
Waiting hopelessly
Dying helplessly
All for a punctuated
Bewilderment
Passive acceptance
Mechanisation
Spiritual Aridity
Virtual insanity
Existentialism
Who am I?
Caught in the labyrinth
With no space to move
We have nothing to do but pray
To escape being the spiders prey
Hallucinations
Simple complications
Waiting hopelessly
Dying helplessly
All for a punctuated
Fullstop.
Melancholy, I love thee;
Without you where would I be?
Amidst life’s innumerable shades of emotions
You stand out the best.
You are the reason why life goes on,
For without you we would be stuck in a moment
The momentary excitement of the joy that exists
Is only made felt with the understanding of you
You the almighty omnipresent melancholy.
So promise me that with you by me
Without you where would I be?
Amidst life’s innumerable shades of emotions
You stand out the best.
You are the reason why life goes on,
For without you we would be stuck in a moment
The momentary excitement of the joy that exists
Is only made felt with the understanding of you
You the almighty omnipresent melancholy.
So promise me that with you by me
Is how it shall be.
posted by Sue @ 12:43 AM
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