Vacillating between:
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
in amaritudine
loquor mee menti:
factus de materia,
cinis elementi
similis sum folio,
de quo ludunt venti.
Cum sit enim proprium
viro sapienti
supra petram ponere
sedem fundamenti,
stultus ego comparor
fluvio labenti,
sub eodem tramite
nunquam permanenti.
And
Count me out, when it's clear
that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care.
I wanted to see something that's different,
something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different,
everything you would change in me.
Got this way, upfront but never true.
God I'm wrong, it's just the way I am.
Crashing down, any chance you hear.
Caving in, any chance that you, could see inside of me.
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Mmm, the Carmina Burana. I don't have much to say right now, except to put up a vaguely related verse that I have stood beside before.
http://taoteching.org/chapters/20.htm
It's a right pairing. My words and thoughts fall short of anything needed or wanted here, but maybe that's how it should be. I think so. Just to pass along that you are loved.