Friday, January 23, 2004

"Comfort"

It's weird that I am comfortable with this
There's so much more that still remains amiss
But, ache has dissipated like a mist
The heart no longer clenched by mighty fist
The fates that play me, I do not resist
I submit, all anguish is dismissed
I bow unto the destiny
Delay in all the revelry
Is just as it must surely be
The message whispers, thoughts entreat
The bane of man, I must defeat

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