(World Hold On - Bob Sinclar)
A tale of how being inured
to woe, imbued within me a harbinger
of elated delectation and vivacity.
Only to discover that no matter how complicated
my thoughts would become, the answer remains the same;
Life is a palimpsest, with spaces made by a continuous fugacious woebegone present.
Whereupon I will surreptitiously replace pasts
with an insouciance surrogate called “tranquility”.
And I will once more gambol upon the heads of thousands
to effloresce the heart of life.
Lets fold again
for an alternate unmet lissome ingénue.
And kick ass.
Cordially,
Me
of elated delectation and vivacity.
Only to discover that no matter how complicated
my thoughts would become, the answer remains the same;
Life is a palimpsest, with spaces made by a continuous fugacious woebegone present.
Whereupon I will surreptitiously replace pasts
with an insouciance surrogate called “tranquility”.
And I will once more gambol upon the heads of thousands
to effloresce the heart of life.
Lets fold again
for an alternate unmet lissome ingénue.
And kick ass.
Cordially,
Me
Disclaimer: Any results of past memories and thoughts hold no enacting grounds for future states of mind within the presents state of "Me". Any shared thoughts and memories reflected in this piece are purely coincidental and were probably wonderful. Please refer to actual conversations for future reference.
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