The showdown is endless here

so much for everyone

Am I this alone?

Oh christ I’m such a drama queen.

All we have is an old ball of string

All we have is an old ball of string
Will it reach to the end of this dark labyrinth

The sweet caresses of May

For those who still can recall

The desperate colors of fall

The sweet caresses of May

Only in poems remain

 

The Sword and the Pen - Regina Spektor