I often have it, the strain
it comes so easily and it comes so right
without warning
I pick my self up from a long silence
and suddenly it’s here
my unexpected quest, my fear, my pain
the strain
It finds me when I’m quiet
it strikes me in my peace.
The strain attacks without mercy
it makes my world at craze
I wait and wait for it go
I’m patient long before
I strive and roar
but it only leaves
when I’m all empty in my soul
it abandons me
when in desperation I wish for more.
Li.
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