Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad Waters
Seize me, but in vain.
I hear the gaggling of sensible ganders,
Nothing can remain,
There is nothing to last.
I hear my future faltering sobs
When I'm still smiling,
And when dark ravens are cawing in my soul
A chirpy starling
Will cheerily chime in.
My longings frighten me. Fulfilment follows
And I'll feel defiled.
I dread contentment. Behind it storms the steed
Of passion, the Wild.
Oh, life terrifies me.
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Very Interesting
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i agree with arcanne, and i can understand what she is saying. part of you wants to be happy, but part of you knows the second you get their you only far further into despair then you were before. self sabitouge and acting like you dont care solves this for you (kinda), and makes everyone believe what you say, but deep down you just wish you could be normal like everyone else
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This is so true... profound. Often (for me at least) true happiness is far more scary than the darkness I've come, if not to accept, than atleast to know. The bird imagery is inspired in it's simplicity and amplitude (which I don't think sit together this comfortably very often).. will have to check out more of Ady's work as it's new on me, but seems very promising!
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