I do not ask for anything
No not one
I am happy left alone..
Neither wind
Nor rain can heal me
Neither fire nor ice can soothe me
My thirst cannot be quenched
Because O my!
its not my body
That is thirsty or hungry
It is an urge
Since millenia
To seek You
And yet not be able to find you
Like the blind king of yore
Who lived in an Era no more
I regret to have ignored
Your Kindness
Or your words of wisdoms
I have never ever paid
Neither attention nor followed
Yet no regrets, so long
As you still care to save me from all..
It is OK, let the king hold his throne
With all his might, yet he is all
Thrown out to fall and perish..
Unless he leaves it and holds You
There is no rescue..
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