The desperate man is moving
Without thought to Direction
Not bothered where he goes
Unconcerned where he steps
Frenzied movements of the body
Deaf to the dictates of mind
Overwhelmed with desire to achieve
It moves towards its goal
Unheeding and blind to the interim
Falls into the abyss of desperation
Light floods in at dawn
Making discernable things unseen
In the night of feelings
He finds himself sad
The voice of mind is audible
Cursing the heart for leading foolishly
As the two battle, the
Body slumps into a state
Of uncompared remorse
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