Cycles
I need to sleep more often.
Curiousity peaks a wandering mind, seeking what is worth its time
Feel devotion flood the soul, capping over its line
Rest thine eyes on passion's flame, kindling that which comes again
Feel that flame ease the heart, breaking chains that tame
Feast on fruits of your endeaver, never letting pleasure hunger
Feel satisfaction caress your senses, feeling dissapointed, hardly ever
Suffer the inevitability of ends, letting all wither and rend
Feel your sadness build and break, but always welcome as a friend