The Way of Love
The future has fallen, see it all around.
Larger voices callin', from the heaven-bound.
The chains of desire, come the mother lode.
A hot burning fire, down that hellish road.
There is a place of peace, where the water's cool.
Like Jason's golden fleece, suffers not a fool.
Beloved come and go, with eyes far-away.
What comes with joy we know, not much left to say.
The road long and winding, in the search for love.
Women I am finding, are sent from above.
The crackling of thunder, a flash of delight.
The spell that I'm under, lasts all through the night.
The mind is so plastic, like putty or clay.
Really fantastic, in a creative way.
Sunshine cast through the rain, the breeze fresh and pure.
Here we learn about pain, and for love endure.
The days of future past, of near present fame.
To find ourselves at last, pretty much the same!
date:5/14/21
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