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Torture of May

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The mornings have never made sense:
The sun comes up and the world spins around,
The stars grow light, the light grows dense,
The moon turns her face, moving underground.

There’s no reason why I am here:
Perhaps it’s not so just to understand
I’m just an atom on this sphere,
Made from water and very little land.

Knowing why this sphere spins in space,
Dances around the sun and doesn’t ignite,
Isn’t required for the human race
And this question doesn’t manifest our fight.

The one who wakes when the sun dies,
Oughtn’t to ask such questions anyway.
There isn’t need to unmask sad lives –
Leave them to this balmy torture of May.

Don’t wait

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Don’t wait for things to happen,
don’t wait for the leaves to fall,
don’t wait for roses to bloom,
don’t wait, no, don’t wait at all;

Don’t wait for the tides to turn,
don’t wait for the next full moon,
don’t wait to show you love me,
love me now – not later, not soon;

Don’t wait to remember and smile,
don’t wait, waiting is but a lie,
say you miss me this instant,
please, don’t wait for me to die.

Made that Way

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You will surely leave. You will not stay.
It is your wont: you are made that way.
The sun will rise and that is for sure;
The moon finds same time to cast her lure.
The Stars will burn, blow up, fade and die –
It just is, come on, do not ask why.
The tides will turn, as sure as you do,
You cannot twirl them like you mean to.
We may appear to change, you and I;
But that is just it, we will just try.
We can learn it all, grow old and die;
But I’ll still feel and will not deny.
And you, in your own way, will say:
It’s not his fault, he was made that way.