You were right Thoreau when you wisely declared That “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Why then should I care If I bleed and despair Or come to the realization From careful calculation That my life is filled with confusion Where my mind and heart Collaborate and come to a conclusion Or perhaps even a delusion! And thus lead me astray Making me lose my way Towards voluntary seclusion Where I can diminish the affliction Of love’s addiction And softly dull the pain Of a crumbled foundation By beginning to think if love can exist And decide for myself if I can ever resist Or succeed to suppress or diminish the risk Of upcoming dreams of some new temptation And the prospect of sublime recreation Which may creep in to stir My quiet desperation.
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