Ridiculously tired
Ridiculously feeble
Passion running in vain
Drama connected to pain
Why can't thy heart, beat sane?
And all this turbulence become trained
In a peaceful, yet tranquil terrain
That soothes the pulse... of thy name
Like being liberated from thy holding shame
And told the truth... so there is no fierce blame
Allowing, endless... acknowledged love, a full flowing lane
Like paper aeroplanes, conditioned, floating purposely again
Mind alert...without that governing strain
Life welcome enough... to fulfill and sustain
Like the deepest, intimate level of ultimate rain
No power or forces, threatening, one's soul flame
No overwhelming heartache to interrupt, ones goals, so lame
Just perspective... that will make one alive, to grow a forgiving brain
And allow, for thy will, to survive any low, on any path or in any game
Because without life's suffering, we'd know no diverse plan of joyful gain
Passion running in vain
Drama connected to pain
Why can't thy heart, beat sane?
And all this turbulence become trained
In a peaceful, yet tranquil terrain
That soothes the pulse... of thy name
Like being liberated from thy holding shame
And told the truth... so there is no fierce blame
Allowing, endless... acknowledged love, a full flowing lane
Like paper aeroplanes, conditioned, floating purposely again
Mind alert...without that governing strain
Life welcome enough... to fulfill and sustain
Like the deepest, intimate level of ultimate rain
No power or forces, threatening, one's soul flame
No overwhelming heartache to interrupt, ones goals, so lame
Just perspective... that will make one alive, to grow a forgiving brain
And allow, for thy will, to survive any low, on any path or in any game
Because without life's suffering, we'd know no diverse plan of joyful gain
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