Regret Reflected
Sunday morning, nothing doing
Little for that last and flat
Comes up consciousness
Last night's laughter
Last night's tears
Stirring on the couch bed cold
Flakes are falling window shapes
Across this perma-frosted mind
Signs of future woe aligned
Coalesce and test the emptiness
Let this be a lesson blessed
To never know a day of rest
Before, beyond berated fate
The self you seek to demonstrate
A choice, a path, a circumstance
Locked in passion's nether dance
The lateness of this clouded hour
precludes the fire of will to flower
Nonsense all illusion sees
The moment senses doom and flees.
Fare thee well.
Little for that last and flat
Comes up consciousness
Last night's laughter
Last night's tears
Stirring on the couch bed cold
Flakes are falling window shapes
Across this perma-frosted mind
Signs of future woe aligned
Coalesce and test the emptiness
Let this be a lesson blessed
To never know a day of rest
Before, beyond berated fate
The self you seek to demonstrate
A choice, a path, a circumstance
Locked in passion's nether dance
The lateness of this clouded hour
precludes the fire of will to flower
Nonsense all illusion sees
The moment senses doom and flees.
Fare thee well.
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