Current mood: contemplative
A coward dies time and again in life,
A brave soul does but once.
And hatred enjoys all the strife,
As love dost play the dunce.
Dreams wake your inner soul;
Dare your head to take control.
Drugs in itself, Passion dost
Drag in the soul so puzzled and lost.
Modesty today is lost on fools,
Marching on in their self-painted glory,
Mocking Virtue's worn-out tools...
..Making no note of its enlightening stories.
Love makes one die time and again in life,
... And wakes your inner soul,
Love is lost on fools and strife;
And knows your head darest not take control.
... now, is love a strength, or a weakness?
Dare you choose?