The Battle

The Battle

Len Kamei

Why do I long,
For days to get better;
For winds to grow calmer;
And for my heart to grow older.

I am baffled how,
My mind is confused still,
To draw the line,
Between what can be and what cannot.

For with each dusk that comes,
The burden gets heavier;
With the battle to establish or not,
What the heart wants.

Oh, why do I lose sleep?
Over the thought as silly as it is.
And over the proposition for a thing,
As dubious as this.



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