And the question arises-
are the days I lives the body,
yesterday, and today, and the days I never see...
am I the hands that exist, yet not-
as I run around in circles,
returning to the beginning,
again and again and again.
Never is it that I always despise this predicament,
for the moment when thoes eyes met mine,
this frugal being of me was brimming in joy,
......
And the question arises-
are the days I lives the body,
yesterday, and today, and the days I never see...
am I the hands that exist, yet not-
as I run around in circles,
returning to the beginning,
again and again and again.
Never is it that I always despise this predicament,
for the moment when thoes eyes met mine,
this frugal being of me was brimming in joy,
......