21 August 2012
Does the moon smile down upon me? And shall I ever deserve to be deserved? What morals lie ahead for each of us? And will we ever fathom our destiny? My chains hold my senses down low And the clasps of humanity suffocate Such beauty and ugliness in one form Yes seeds of fidelity and lust I sow Greater women have walked my way Greater men have crossed my path But acquaintances I need not gather I merely keep them for another day The trials of all our senseless woes Gather dust on a shelf full of memories One day we may peep and take a look Or bury it deep and follow where life goes
©Kim Brown 21st August 2012 First written October 1994
Senseless Woes • Opuss № I