A Taste Of Honey When bad dreams come to steal my sleep And the night drags slowly to the dawn I think of every wish I've made Since the day that I was born One wish hovers above my head Like some spectral sword of Damocles It is the wish of joy, and this I must fulfil To place the sword back in its sheath Desire can lead a man to ruin And no one knows that more than me But for that flower called happiness I wish I could devour it, as a bee To taste its sweet nectar of delight And to satiate this bitter ache That howls in me, like the wind at night I hear when forced to lie awake Water never so refreshed the man Who traversed the desert, dying of thirst To know the true meaning of estacy One must have felt the wounds of agony first I've paid my dues in sorrow's barren lands Ploughing eviscerated soil Acquiescent to fate's fickle hand Yet weary of this mortal coil Time wears no sign, nor has no voice And we are not puppets, pulled by strings Are we led by fate without our choice Never knowing what tomorrow brings? I see no equilibrium But illusion clouds my sight Only a seer could look through the veil To view the eternal human plight And so I'll live, waiting for that day For a taste of honey, however small It would be my greatest victory Just to ever taste honey at all.Birth sign: Aquarius
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