In troubled times when
Every bobble burst a bubble
of despair
And crazed confusion drapes
delusion
In a fractured fairy tale…
When all the hustle of the
bustle
Havocs in a manic mind
And frantic frenzy fills a
fortress,
Floods the forest and the
plain…
If every moment turned an
eon,
Every flash a memory,
Every picture came to life
And haunted all my waking
hours…
If time should pass me to its
bosom,
Suffer me to go insane…
I would not grieve.
I would not leave.
I would simply call your
name.
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