Goner
The whirls and twirls of an unsaid dance
And all the glory of youth's mere glance.
I eagerly learn this you bestow on me
Albeit with often a slip or two.
I wish it's special and nothing less,
And not a mistaken friendly excess.
Mystery clouds any judgement forth
While also hoping merriment some.
Unnerving it is, for these are so new,
But 'should've foreseen it all going askew.
A promising monsoon on a barren Earth
Only to leave it further scorched.
A dredging mind in a drudging life
With everything miserable running rife
Trundles on, armed with feeble hope,
Wishing another monsoon breeze...
And all the glory of youth's mere glance.
I eagerly learn this you bestow on me
Albeit with often a slip or two.
I wish it's special and nothing less,
And not a mistaken friendly excess.
Mystery clouds any judgement forth
While also hoping merriment some.
Unnerving it is, for these are so new,
But 'should've foreseen it all going askew.
A promising monsoon on a barren Earth
Only to leave it further scorched.
A dredging mind in a drudging life
With everything miserable running rife
Trundles on, armed with feeble hope,
Wishing another monsoon breeze...
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