Treasures of Darkness

go swimming in the deep end

find out where your faith begins

you’re waiting for an answer that’s acceptable

but the current sweeps you out to sea

and its keeps you guessing helplessly

you’re praying for a savior who’s exceptional

someone who’ll lift you from your knees

salve your wounds, hand you the keys

and offer you the kingdom of your dreams

but, nothings ever as it seems

you find yourself, further down stream

alone, save for the echo of your screams

ahhhh, honey, fairytales are prone to tease

“However many takes it takes” ~ Vandaveer

This feels like my theme song today.  I am always conflicted about the need for people in my life.  I often feel so alone and isolated and that I strongly desire to be more connected with others, and yet I recognize the connections of the past as being the cause of much of my suffering. 

“By Myself”

[x2]
Don’t you know
I can’t tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can’t seem to convince myself why
I’m stuck on the outside

Tichborne’s Elegy

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,

My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,

My crop of corn is but a field of tares,

And all my good is but vain hope of gain;

The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,

And now I live, and now my life is done.

My tale was heard and yet it was not told,

My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,

My youth is spent and yet I am not old,

I saw the world and yet I was not seen;

My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,

And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb,

I looked for life and saw it was a shade,

I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,

And now I die, and now I was but made;

My glass is full, and now my glass is run,

And now I live, and now my life is done.