I find it hard to believe that it's me,
Progressing with empty steps in this way;
And yet when it changes, no one can say.
Be it family or society,
My costs are for someone else to defray.
To be sure I'm the lesser moiety
Progressing with empty steps in this way.
A mystery moment I hope to see:
Elusive success of my own to pay,
And an opportunity that I may.
I find it hard to believe that it's me,
Progressing with empty steps in this way;
And yet when it changes, no one can say.
Category: Madrigal
We are nothing and nothing more
We are nothing and nothing more:
A thought perhaps, a breath of air,
Contingencies that shift and tear.
Strong or weak or rich or poor,
All are the same who know the fare,
Know we're entitled but to tour
A thought, perhaps a breath of air.
Those who are solid find their core
Is as part of a fleeting share
Of something renewing; so why care
We are nothing and nothing more—
A thought perhaps, a breath of air,
Contingencies that shift and tear.
A Magic Trick
If you find yourself needing air or peace,
Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick;
And maybe we’ll perform a magic trick.
When pace overtakes and control has ceased,
And wellness contorts into shapes so sick;
If you find yourself needing air or peace,
Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick.
It's unlikely that answers will release
Themselves spontaneously from this wick,
At least we can be lighter for a tick.
If you find yourself needing air or peace,
Then meet me in the room where smoke is thick;
And maybe we’ll perform a magic trick.
Should you too breathe in air but want for peace
Should you too breathe in air but want for peace, Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick; And maybe we'll perform a magic trick. When speed takes over and control has ceased, And wellness takes the form of what is sick; Should you too breathe in air but want for peace, Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick. Unlikely for an answer to release Itself spontaneously from our wick, At least we can be lighter for a tick. Should you too breathe in air but want for peace, Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick; And maybe we'll perform a magic trick.
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