Throughout what logic helped a man
Hopeless, without reason, dig in the sand,
Originates a intellect to undyingly
Forget affection that is something benignly
Given by few who comprehend it’s power
With a solitary individual in that hour.
What reasoning obligates that thought
To induce such inexorable effort fought
Toward the one thing you decide isn’t there.
Confuses me yet further, you insincerely care.
Yet that man continues with out conviction
In exploration for one last factual direction
Digging endlessly in the sand for life’s composure
Never succeeding in his attempts for closure.
He lost sigh of what is worth fighting for
Or the constant need shout to find the core.
All he can aver think about is this
The heavy thought of that bliss.
Not to be unforgotten, but to be reliving,
Because hate is something not to be giving.
Everything to regard piercing and clear
Nothing to be beaten and all to fear.
It’s always easier to run than paying
With your feeling out to see, just laying.
Life is presently is on the way to fast
Never wanting to move forward so there isn’t a past.
Throughout what logic causes fear.
