You once told me that boundless optimism Is only for dreamers
Do my efforts evoke from you a compliment? Or just a wayward sentiment?
I’d cherish to warn the hearts of the your adoring kindred without the need to rub the magic ball with my nonchalant efficacy
…but Here I toil in your absence.
Searching for one bit if this life of mine that makes sense!
I’d wish you wouldn’t be to me so condescending with my chances that I bring to you in begging
But its up to me to interpret that the lull before the storm should be my guiding light to my way home
So I pray you receive me with open arms and make me shine more with your loving touch!
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