I lay upon these cold clouds.
is the path i amble down.
has been done to the string that holds tight.
am I, through a many sleepless night.
have I might, my selfishness at risk.
but never cured, for there was no antidote of which i wist.
said the heart, "am I, but shall I not be filled."
to both, t'was unintentioned, unwilled.
did I, every thread of your soul.
am I, now it's taken its toll.
the heart distressedly negates once more.
am I not." As it lay impaired on the floor.