Pitiful obsequiousness
Craving, noticed even less
Some are easy souls to love
The kind I am not worthy of.
Pitiful obsequiousness
Craving, noticed even less
Some are easy souls to love
The kind I am not worthy of.
Happiness and fulfilment
Two precious, coveted goals
Promising contentment
But reached by tortuous paths
That cross only fleetingly
in the hearts and minds of men.