You frown, I frown.
What obligates you?
And to I-why?
Do not we dote;
the elongation
of our tumultuous spirit?
Like a waterfall in pursuit of a sea,
Like a weary eyes in need of a lubricant,
Like a meowing kitten craving for milk.
Suffice is not.
Ere we beseech serenity
-an equilibrium.
O speak,
From your deepest well
-gay or remorse.
For a mirror, I am not.
