Tasting Life, Bitterness, and a Little Too Much Impatience.

If I had everything my way
the fake would reclaim their clarity
and if I had everything my way
there would be nothing left of here
how could I want that to happen?

If I abandon everything - particularly pleasant passions
ahhh apathy, what would become of me?
and If I abandon everything
would I even be searching...anymore?
for a ditto in this world of uncommons

If I sold my name and purchased a life
change would be marginal, measured in dollars not sense
and if I sold my name, and purchased a life...
I'll still be spare change, will you be counting me?
a hole in any purse of your choice would easily leave me scattered

If I had it my way
I would let this dream just unfold - mayhaps mayhem masked
but I never have it my way
I will never have this muse to hold
some say the lure of fate is too cruel
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When ashes turn to glistening rain,
I find myself glancing at nirvana...pondering to see a clearer reflection
...of what? The divine seem far too distant to touch,
although you have a spell to sit and stare in awe,
as you perceive what appears to be a perfect rapture.