It always lets you feel its warm and blissful side, not letting you engulf it to the core;
Never shall you be alone, though you are never quite accompanied
The calm soul of yours is on a constant roar
The happy thought of not having the thing you cherish gives you joy, makes you trudge
The sad thought that it is yours for taking makes you want for more, crave for more;
A man's constant pursuit for this is dictated by the constant halt he is in
He is neither in total locomotion nor is he running at break-neck speed on his volition;
Fair though it be,
Care though You do;
The thing it has been made to be,
Has been never made for you;
The girl that you want is the thing that you care,
The thing that you crave is the thought you cherish;
The person that you fight for is the part you wish you had,
The eclipse you see is the shrouded desire that never had;
It is like having the power of the sun in the palm of your hand
; but only not just quite...
Not just quite...
