Coming and shit

Hear my predicament, thou absent!

I sit in my own shit, reasoning about others shit heaped on my back, is all that ever comes,

And to see you is to love, and to feel love come, but you never, really come,

Shit is all that ever comes my way, I wait everyday in a stinking shithole, wait for you to come,

So dare I say you don’t care? The flower of all beauty, above?

And wanting to run, but I can’t, enthralled by your own arsehole, in reality I’m stuck, stuck in a pile of  life’s dung,

And it’s said, by vivekenanda,

In a conflict between head and heart follow the heart, and I reason, from my dung,

I’d put you, before my own life, that says my head, lost in crap mental thoughts, obeying the only you that ever comes to this latrine- my heart, that would, stay, bear all the world’s shit for you, thus