The Private I

Come around some other time.

There’s no joy to share this moment.

Laughter just a distant mem’ry.

Smiles lost to unseeing eyes.

 

Unaccustomed as I have become to

Fits of melancholy,

These are strange emotions swarming

Over me like hungry flies.

 

Must need time to sort it all

In simple logical progression.

Must find reason, must make

Season follow season to conclusion.

 

Every cause must make effect.

Cannot let the sequence vary.

Cannot let deception carry off

My thoughts with vague illusion.

 

Focus!

Focus. Find the answer.

Scout the glen from mountainside.

Loose the falcon. Set him free.

Revel his unfettered glide.

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