An eternal doze
To serve its cause.
Rose plucked from riverside. Heraclitus
Stands in momentary paralysis,
I sit alone in a park on a bench,
Next to me is a lark on a branch.
It sings so freely about anything,
I sit in silence not saying a thing.
A condition I was given,
A disease in me is hidden.
My heart is three times the size.
Its 30, when its supposed to be 10.