The Consumption

chris/ September 18, 2000

There exists within my mind
A sense of beauty undefined
But when I seek it I go blind
And to my search I am confined

It comes when I do not expect
And brings a need to introspect
On thoughts and feelings I collect
This beauty has a strong effect

The principles I compromise
And seek to find my own demise
Though my longing I chastise
I hold out for that sweet surprise

To see it means to watch it grow
To hold it I must let it go
How to keep I do not know
Seeds of wilted plant I sew

I can see the changing tide
As I cut my selfish pride
In truth the beauty is inside
And now in that I will confide

For the sign I plan to wait
As I know the truth will sate
Anxiety I will sedate
To keep the time from growing late.

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