Its the real opposite of pleasure
When people talking love,
I'm thinking pain and pleasure
The days the clouds are out
And you're stuck with the one
Who claimed they know you
In darkness or light bright and shiny
How I wish we can all find true connection
And simply not settle out of pressure
Compulsion of family values
Disguise of societal expectations
Mama should hold her grand before she passes
The priest name tagged your clique 'single'
Keeps casting out the demons
I know it's a bit tough, the time is
Lonely nights, longing the touch of someone
But thereafter a decade of misery
You can tell me how worthy the rush is
When you're with the one and yet feel so single
Time passed but it doesn't change affections
I guess we frequently hear the gospel
Young lady, settle down in your twenties
And raise your kids in a twinkle early
Let them grow like weed and that's all perfection
They'll settle down and repeat the cycle
What happened to waiting for something
So intangible you don't know what it really is
But you will know it when you find it
It's called true love,
But I'd like to call it a connection
When you meet the one and you just know its worth it.
You see, to each one his own, this life is
It'd be a sweat to find Adam, Eve kind connection
But then again is it worth settling for the serpent?
Or young man, marrying your Delilah?
I see the rush of a crowd
It's a lot difficult to stand alone
Than follow the through path
And beat their time to perfection
But is there glory found in peer pressure?
Or self sufficiency in crowd-solved puzzles?
I'd rather have a mind of my own and fail
Than follow a whooping crowd to perdition
It's worth the wait for the calm beauty
When times are hard like tornado
She turn a dough to a hot plate
You see its not always the pleasure
When people talking love,
I'm thinking pain and pleasure
The cloudy day is what means perfection
When patience is a virtue, Intangible
And time is not the issue, Priceless
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