Left in the lurch
Vis-a-vis a gorgon
Sympathetic attraction
In the direction of man's feet
The rationality or irrationality of men.
Lest i sober; a gossamer
Paddle me just along
Whereas regrets will destroy me
Only if i enter a boat-
Without a paddle.
Hearts beating up North
Alas! we breathe down South
How the truth side i know
Been tempted tried and troubled?
Wholeheartedly, the price i pay.
Twisted and turning on a fire of rage
Whispering those false rumours
Our angry emotions suppressing
For brightest of moments waiting
Spurred on spectre you cross.
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