Transcendental Sonnet #1339:
Too Late

Is it that no one wants to be with me
Or are these only shadows which I see
The glass half-empty equally half-full?

I feel so lost between the push and pull
Of up and down nowhere and everwhere
The dialectic of hope and despair

The hope once seen I struggle now to see
Feeling haunted avoided and alone
Is it too late for love to be set free?

Alone with fate I feel you turn away
I thought I knew but I have never known
Is it too late for me as ends the day?

You turn away from me as turns eternity
Too late for me apparently too late for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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