Study table saw what you hadn't read
The dishes sighed for you didn't touch the bread
The closed windows cried as the lone clock chimed
The curtains called you their tears now wiped
Through the chambers of black and white,
But you looked on ,without a sight!
The dusty keyboard had to wade,
Through the words you had silently said!
Morbid hours that stood in spite,
Of the memories of your respite
"A life so fallen,a life so trite !"
As you looked on,into the night!
Passion was a word which you said,
Had no meaning in the life you led.
Now when you look back,it stands astride
The dreams you said were not on your side
Is that the reason you look so slight ?
When you step out into the bright !
Life is a journey that can't be led,
By a heartless mind that has no stead!
For summer comes as the spring passes by,
When the air gushes past with a vengeance inside
The angels you blame have no such might
Indispensable lies the loser's plight
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