Clouds Of Haunting Minds
Could they be the same,
These clouds of haunting minds?
Or is this pleasure just a cameo?
Delightful for the moment,
But all too fleeting,
As a melancholy age does come to pass.
And when the truth is known,
As surely soon it must,
Then I shall be free of these troublesome chains.
Roaming wild I now must gather my purpose,
Or the burden of sloth will envelop my heart,
And I would return to the olden ways.
My spirirt would be shackled,
And you would be lost forever.