Whom I could tell everything I had to tell
How it should seem my only goal
Was all I could remember well.
Yes, I weeped and cried and held
On to one that should come to me and say
But my own sense and I dwelled
Upon something that should've never obeyed.
Yet there's none, but I think I'm blessed
To imagine my own world, in which I sink
Each time I may confront distress
Of which it is hard for others to think.
I expelled my close relations
That I left into desperate wonder
So I could keep running my creations
And let others watch us under.
But for my own safety I endured silence
And so many more seconds of solitude
Now, I see that its own prevalence
Has reached the highest magnitude.
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