The design of your life may never be right. The moments of gladness soon turns dim and bleaker. You sometimes wish you have a visit from the grim reaper. The only solice can't be procured, the moments which you cherish don't really allure. I count my days as a child the stars at night. I wait not in sorrow for the one I feel will be right. See love is curse and yet a gift all the same. As you know what lingers in your brain. The soul of a man who has everything he wants remains unfulfilled like the deserts rain. The soul of a man with a broken spirit, cherishes the truth and accepts the pain. I on the contrary am neither of the above. I've found numerous times unconditional love. I also have tasted the bitter side of things. When all you need is only her to make certain in life's race you win. You then realize she was your only sin, her name your temptation. The smell of her skin your intoxicating wine. As you stared into her eyes stood still were the hands of time. Her lips your remedy for your worries. Her voice soothes your nerves in a hurry. Her head on your shoulder in a warm embrace. Tis this woman that left your true self without any trace. You seek no more as you have no one like her to find. You walk the earth as a man that's blind. Bound is you spirit to a woman you can't let go. Her heart belongs to another though. One-day you will become normal as can be. One-day my own reflection will not disgust me. One-day I shall but find myself as I have always to seek. However, wishful thinking is for the meek.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
