from my infant dreams my mind is like a maze that drives me mad.
i must find my reason from the lamp of my faith until i wake
punctual as ever i am stirred from my slumbers, not a moment too soon.
i must keep my assignations much to my woe.
i must mourn the loss of my solitude and travels of my soul.
how dreadful it is to meet the day when this is upon my heart.
a stranger looks at me. i feel unapproved but should i feel unacknowledged?
now i must woo them, i must wed them, i must
they wish to win something that is so remote.
i wish a friend but they wish something else
but, then again, friends, how mortal temptations soar!
how dangerous is desire!
now i must wander through my daily wilderness seeking elusive joy.
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