A desire, however hard it tries,
Will always be burning.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the desire,
Gently it goes - the alight, the aflame, the impassioned.
A strive, however hard it tries,
Will always be willing.
Now prepared is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the strive is unforced.
Just like a true self, is the aspire.
Aspire - the true source of crashing.
Regret is, in its way, the failure of sound off.
Does the regret make you shiver?
does it?
