I have an ambitious and a clueless friend named Jane--- Who doesn't know suffering nor hurt, let alone pain; She's a schlemiel, a douche and a troglodyte;
Today I break into my other self; Targeting only those who let's this title live... Breathe the air that falls the other way, Not only does it read that way, Blind as blind encrypted on...
Isn't it true that there are times one seems so ambivalent? Sometimes, it can be blissful, happy, so effervescent- I wish that the feeling of happiness is not transitory,
Do I need yours to grant my wish? If I choose to lead a plaintive life? Do I need one to relish, My wretchedness so rife? Your own devotion lackadaisical, Your dry humour not so comical;