Burning inside, my heart's alight -
It's gripping my soul, crunching it tight.
Flee from the self-deception - - wise men say;
Don’t give your heart away.
Only too high a price I pay, and happily so
For believing a great lie to myself, ever so;
That you think of me..., that you really do?!? –
...Nah, ‘tis all in my mind, I ought to know!
Stirred, not shaken -- life with no answers;
Pounding, and chomping -- this hope never leaves.
The great delusion reigns teeming;
What I’m supposed to do with it all?!
The fervour for the departing eyes stays on.