The life he has, he will not use;
He is afraid to live it.
He seeks perfection in a world
That’s rather loth to give it.
The women who fill up his mind
Are merely there to see:
He now cannot love anything
Except his
Imagery
The life he has, he will not use;
He is afraid to live it.
He seeks perfection in a world
That’s rather loth to give it.
The women who fill up his mind
Are merely there to see:
He now cannot love anything
Except his
Imagery