I
know you love to hear this, and I want to say it too. There is a reason I will
not keep that girl. There is a reason for not staying with her. Some say she is
brash, others say she is rash. But I don’t see all these, and yet I am not with
her. I have my reason.
You see, she is just too..... I know you
will want to hear it. Listening ears to my dirty unprofitable words. But maybe
it’s not that unprofitable after all, maybe you can help me. Maybe you can tell
me what to do about her. I am lost in this wilderness of no stream. You might
just be the one to dig me a well.
To be candid, that girl is just a bunch
of unfathomable patterns.... are you there? Her ways are what I don’t really
understand. I sit at the moonlight, giving my mind a great deal of work to get
things straight, but it wouldn’t. In my dreams, I go to libraries; reading
about her, that wouldn’t help too. I stand on the street, to check the ways of
others and predict hers, I can’t. And to ask her? Oh! That’s the worst.
And now I’m lost, in the created sea of
my own ways. I don’t know what to do, the waves carries me all around... Please
help me. Save My Soul....Richard
1976.
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