In the midst of the dire sound
I yearn for an epidemic still
In the iota of the busy bound
I need a release of solitude till

Blood and thoughts within splatter
Without control, the scale splutter
Wind of bloom blow on a platter
Wish I capture like a skilled shutter

Anger almost peruse questions below
On a wonder if I'm right or wrong
Doubts lurk to take over on the low
Faith I must to fortify the throng

The world bears but ageless noise
But echoing answers wait in sound
I am continually stuck to make a choice
That my fruits may reap ground round.

Live, Love, Laugh


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