The irony of life inevitable, only seldom finds us here
Waiting. . .Wanting. . .Willing. . .
To understand the circumstances
During which, quite stealthily their
Surreptitious selves appear.
Too lost for any moral appeal,
Most certain, at night stalkings…such is
The irony of life inevitable. Life’s ivory
Seldom finds us weeping,
Waiting. . .Wanting. . .Willing. . .
To understand the circumstances
During which, surreptitiously, I am
Too lost for any mortal appeal.
Most certain, at night stalkings more delightfully
Waiting. . .wanting. . .willing. . .
So fog up the bog joe, stop up the top jack;
Tomorrow’s another day, all else is inevitably
Delightful! Waiting. . . wanting. . .and. . .willing
To fog up the bog joe, stop up the top jack;
Tomorrow’s another day, all else is inevitable.
Inevitable
he irony of life inevitable, only seldom finds us here
Waiting. . .Wanting. . .Willing. . .
To understand the circumstances
During which, quite stealthily their
Surreptitious selves appear.
Too lost for any moral appeal,
Most certain, at night stalkings…such is
The irony of life inevitable. Life’s ivory
Seldom finds us weeping,
Waiting. . .Wanting. . .Willing. . .
To understand the circumstances
During which, surreptitiously, I am
Too lost for any mortal appeal.
Most certain, at night stalkings more delightfully
Waiting. . .wanting. . .willing. . .
So fog up the bog joe, stop up the top jack;
Tomorrow’s another day, all else is inevitably
Delightful! Waiting. . . wanting. . .and. . .willing
To fog up the bog joe, stop up the top jack;
Tomorrow’s another day, all else is inevitable.