• Life is… primary to those wondering
    It is in fact a conscious goal pre-set
    The foremost parted thought surfaced
    Struggles first stressor to concentrate
    Sense awareness realized
    But now I'm too late, your dead
    And as I reached out to your mettle
    Fervent I pulled you back
    Shorn of writhing you returned to me
    Ardor for you and deep devotion
    I pledged my affection all over you
    This close to losing you, I wasn’t late