Friday, January 30, 2009


Sing in the morning, cry in the afternoon, sing again at night
Highs and lows all day long, it is a vicious fight
Confused as to the hows and whys, the wondering all day long
Why so high, why so low; bright, bleak beat to the song

Bleak and bright all at once, you may be asking your mind
It's true, I know not how, but rush of emotions betide
So confusion sets in to the one that must master, emotions beyond control
For if you can suffer external bewilderment, imagine my internal soul

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