I was holding the tide when I loved the motion
I was naïve when I loved to sense
I was quiet when I wanted to yell
I sereneted when I wanted to aggress
I dreamt when I loved to sleep
And…..also ..
I slept when, I loved to dream….
I smiled when I wanted to cry
I complimented when I wanted to grouse
I thought it candid when it was tactful
Why does this soul slumber now?
When there is a keen desire to subsist
