Restless

just a of the duff poem

Ephemeral pleasure leads to maximum pain ,
Off balance internally I sing sonorous melodies in the rain .
My heart beats too often , I,m not ready yet .
To meet with his omniscience as nature would suggest ,
So tangled and torn I distract from time ,
Live alone in my melody , aware of the rhyme.
I,m all grown up now and plenty went wrong ,
Hind sights omniscience lets me wince at the song ,
My thoughts of death seem kind at times , to put a end to the forsaken rhyme .
Not depressed nor stagnant , I battle with time , cursing the story , the predictable rhyme .
I hope that there,s time to put the ending to sleep ,
Let me sleep soundly in the infinite deep .