It’s just similar stories,
A boy with no love in his heart.
A common tragedy in this world.
Somehow manage to build up a ounce of emotion.
To give it away, then have it thrown in the trash.
He can never have what he wants,
Just one that was true. He’s a fool.
An uneducated dirty mule.
But every time he fixes it up,
To show his love. None. It’s done.
Fast as a flash. Crashed.
Trust me, I want you. I just can’t have you.
There’s always something in way,
Yesterday and today. Tomorrow, even what may have followed.
He’s just pushed behind a wall, only to see it but not touch. Not to have, not to hold. Frozen. It’s cold.
“Karma” , or is it just destiny?
Cruel Paradox. And Beyond. Infinity.