The Curse of First Loves

The Cold World

Has not been changed

In any real way

This day or

Any other day

Life has been a twisted illusion

A cyclical confusion

A demented hallucination

All those things

Indicative of a Curse

The Curse of First Loves

Unmitigated

In my soul

Forever I’ll never be clever

Enough to solve the enigmatic

Curse of First Loves

Bathing instead by the sea at the cove

Running round in the nude

Under the Lover’s Moon

Screaming scathing nothings like a mad man

Trying desperately to escape

From the Curse of First Loves

That withering enervating affectation

Traveling to all places

So bloody obvious for all to see

Understood nonetheless by everybody

And nobody

All the while, all tryin’ to deny

The Curse of First Loves