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Mar 08, 2009
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Through Psyche's Eyes #5 - Tenacity
You have abandoned me
For mistakes I have made
That you cannot understand,
Your immortal mind cannot comprehend
My frail human weakness.
Unless you too should fall
From your high pedestal,
But your proud wings will always catch you
No matter how many times you should stumble.
Where can I go,
Who can I plead my case to?
To hear my voice and my supplications...
My feet begin to wander
For my soul is so restless,
And spurs me on to seek out your face
To reconcile myself with you.
Love you confuse me,
How can you be true
If you flee from small mistakes,
And these small wounds
Cause so great a grief and trespass?
Who has defined your devine self?
Is it your jealous mother,
Who is so insecure in her terrible beauty,
That she needs to take out her anxieties on me?
Or is it your occupation?
How cruel you have been to others,
And now, show me
The same unforgiving face......
I shall show you both,
That man is more than the gods are!
I will not rest until I find you......
My feet will find where your wings haven taken you.
For mistakes I have made
That you cannot understand,
Your immortal mind cannot comprehend
My frail human weakness.
Unless you too should fall
From your high pedestal,
But your proud wings will always catch you
No matter how many times you should stumble.
Where can I go,
Who can I plead my case to?
To hear my voice and my supplications...
My feet begin to wander
For my soul is so restless,
And spurs me on to seek out your face
To reconcile myself with you.
Love you confuse me,
How can you be true
If you flee from small mistakes,
And these small wounds
Cause so great a grief and trespass?
Who has defined your devine self?
Is it your jealous mother,
Who is so insecure in her terrible beauty,
That she needs to take out her anxieties on me?
Or is it your occupation?
How cruel you have been to others,
And now, show me
The same unforgiving face......
I shall show you both,
That man is more than the gods are!
I will not rest until I find you......
My feet will find where your wings haven taken you.
— Blue_Halcyon, Mar 08, 2009
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