Again, again, and yet again
In working out in heart and brain
The problem of our being here,
To gather facts from far and near
Upon the mind to hold them clear,
And knowing more may yet appear
Until one’s latest breath to fear
The premature result to draw –
Is this the object, end, and law,
And purpose of our being here?
17th and 18th May , decision should be wise,
With whom they should go
Every side they used bow
Will be decided by the one who know
But will that unknown justify with whom they should go,
Every inch wiithin screams for the stay
Indeed in the end they never wanted to stay.
Put forth thy leaf, tho lofty plane,
East wind and frost are safely gone;
With zephyr mild and balmy rain
The summer comes serenly on
Earth, air, and sun and skies combine
To promise all that’s kind and fair
But thou, O human heart of her
Be still, contain thyself, and bear.
May month days were brief and chill,
The winds of March were wild and drear,
And, nearing and receding still,
Spring never would, we thought, be here.
The leaves that burst, the suns that shine,
Had, not the less, their certain date
And thou, O human heart of her
Be still, refrain thyself, and wait.
He couldn’t question anyone anymore
Unseen, he screamed to fix that was already broken
His life full of left joined your hands
Witness his fall of question why where and what
Because he surely misses you at not any doubt.
Gunned down to your answers
Badass you left turned down to begging.
The single dot he spoke ,still waits within him
Surely everyone doesn’t want the factor of him
Even the dark color of his soul abandons his existence
Every strength he had is long gone,
Need is what he felt
Now Patience is all he dealt’s.