Brewed up, to refuse
Brewed up, to refuse (27-01-2022)
Some souls are endlessly searching. When they find, the very moment they lose, because, the aim has been reached and there should be a new one to find and refuse. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
They have me accused
Of being lighthearted
Brewed up, to refuse
Affections much granted
That I’m searching on
Respective to lose
And wouldn’t, have gone
Some true one, to choose
But get rid of, fast
By blinking the eye
Self inner harassed
By selfishness high
Profoundly-cherished
Forever and more
Not caring perished
My heart to restore
Come on, get dismissed
I don’t anymore
Do searching persist
Someone to adore
I’m dreaming away
The true one, refuse
And gorgeously play
Established-confused