Oh my! Here I am again at this
juncture, ruptured,
The organ torn asunder,
Hey! However, it hasn't surrendered
Fuming by the hands that torched
it
Though the water cools it
I have a bad strain at the back
of my neck; one would say most certainly it is caused by stress.
Oh my! The deprivation of sleep
is haunting my thoughts and making me more and more insecure
Oh my! Didn’t I safeguard myself
from dropping flat on my face again?
My-my one can never be too sure,
can we?
Lost and wandering, the vagabond
still in a state of seeking
Seeking serenity,
he goes through
trials and thorns and faces things that pierces his entirety
Still! He embarks on a journey to
find the truth hidden,
He travels carefully and in a
state of pain and fear,
Unsure of what else might transcend…
Oh my!
p.s. I almost forgot, Happy New Year!
