Magic in the Feeling

Whether it bringeth

Or takes

Good feeling arises

For its own sake

Floaters in my I

Far be it for me to see

When I think, I cease to be

Days of Yore

Such potent comfort remains in the past

Though my regret over losing it is sure to last

Burned

Something within a man

So constantly denied

Consuming him more than he can stand

Until he has freedom inside