Caroline

Why seek this useless retreat, for all you cannot find, when nothing seems to please, he won't hear good news, that love just needs time, from him there’s always truth, he hates a drop of coffee, that doesn't rate sublime, or when he turns to alchemy, can't disguise the hue, case what's in his mind, he leaves that up to you, why shake your car keys, the moon is on the rise, pallets bring no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what you might divine, he’d prefer to bleed, plumb a sense of ease, thoughts are on the rise, he’ll rage at their deceit, further down the line.