I give up.
See not a lake, but a river.
Feel not a quake, but a shiver.
Watch a bloom, see it wither;
all your regret, hear it slither.
It’s catching up, watch the hands,
hear the ticking, falling sands.
It can’t be stopped, only pondered;
You have no map, you only wander.
Walk in circles, you may watch me.
Maybe spirals, Fibonacci.
The past will haunt, future flaunt;
you must escape, enjoy a jaunt
My words, they make no sense to you,
they only offset, mind askew.
Without desire, there is no pain;
the only peace, to keep you sane.
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