I plead temporal insanity
An apt excuse for my vanity
I’m chasing after a mirage
Putrid sweat on my visage

Deep whence love prevail
I toil to settle a turmoil;
To calm a tempest in my soul.
I wish a break, a moment of peace
From restlessness: this imbalance

I ain’t a complete set
As I’m not whole in heart
Need a soul-mate to complement
My person to fulfill
Hence my purpose reveal

Amongst the zillion,
Maybe beyond Zion,
Awaits an angel, my own,
To teach me happiness.
But whence, my lady,
Art thee now?


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