A moment to review, a chance to repent,
But still I believe you to be heaven sent.
The pain I’ve suffered for my only desire,
The endless refrain in my head,
The thoughts that constantly ceaselessly tire,
Here was a chance to make them dead.
A lukewarm lesson leads me nowhere,
And endless discussion with good friends;
No hope but return to my heart’s fare
In chance to find the means to my ends.
This golden light I seek,
So achingly out of reach;
There is a key to cure my weak physique,
But this, only you can teach.
Work, work, work, my soul speaks,
But is it luck that will only decide?
What could be the correct technique
To resolve this ridiculous ride?
Paths multiplying, and plans awry,
Obstacles obfuscating, love wanting to die,
I search my soul to speculate why,
But only hear a rational reply:
“She has hurt you,
She is not worth it.”
But I have promised,
How could I commit?
I can’t take my back my word,
For never to you may I lie,
Fate’s irony full, it seems,
Of bountiful supply.
Now the ridiculous riddle
Has my wondering how
To both try and forget you,
Yet never break my vow.
I forget in order to allow
Love to bloom if it tries,
I trust to be happy even if
This long-living Lotus dies.
