In just three words, Strung together Murmured, whispered, shouted, sang There lives a most profound feeling That is never quite the same
Lapsing in sense We all partake in this forbidden fruit For even though it may not last It even may not be true But those in it’s grips Have forgotten all fear
Oaths are sworn and believed to be unbreakable But often unravel and fall apart Like an old book in tatters without a binding This thing can be fleeting as a firework Or enduring as stone It all depends on the participants whim
Very unwise, if you ask me To be so vulnerable and trusting Surely such folly is rare, I pray But we mortals thrive in chance and danger And I must admit, I too am no stranger
Every fool knows this drug The euphoria, the warmth, The illusion of safety So often shattered The taste of mistakes learned As tears waterfall in their joyless escape
You would be wise to avoid it all together But alas, I know, someday you too Shall be caught in this inevitable flow Some lady or gent will sweep you away And nothing can be seen the same from that day
Oh, how I wish I could spare you the pain But there is a brighter side With all the world to gain Just take it slow Like learning to fly – You either soar or you die
Ultimately, there is nothing I can do No way to teach you Or make you understand It’s good to give advice But you have to live your life first hand
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