i cling onto and i know i am wrong
for every attachment has to end
i fear solitary and at same throng
am i inwardly insufficient to pretend
i say 'you are mine' and i possess you
do i have nothing deeper, more vital
i was incongruous with my environ
as if i am making a moribund immortal
in search of miragical treasure
why do i travel inconsequent errand
have i no idea of the pain and displeasure
which failure subtend
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