"Frustration"

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As clear as i wanted to ever be,
my reality was defined;
Clearer was the fact that my love was but
a single spouse to love you,
yet i cheated on my sense
and like a race between a sun and moon,
i kept endlessly running to intercept you,
forgetting the fact i was wasting my time.
Like a day chasing the night,
i found myself struggling until
one day my sense knew the truth.
What purpose does love serve fired from
one end of the source,
if there is no end to receive it?
Or what sense does it make to
waste time on nothingness?LO