Each emotion not intending

Each emotion not intending I'm the pain that's neverending I wish that I could leave me be and no more dreams like these for sending Inside my head, the elders are all screaming at their council meeting Full well knowing which way 's better I forge each link in my own fetter And the dead dreams linger, still epitaphs upon Boot Hill Whom to wed, and whom to kiss, Whom to mourn, to choose for bliss Perhaps the newest ones are worst I place the hex and am accursed If I thirst for forbidden wine The hand that holds me back is mine Just to alleviate And keep myself from darker fate I try to wring it out with writing; Ah, but still, the fish are biting. And in the end, it's I who's the road less traveled by  And it's only I, not thee that will suffer and empty Mark Burton Monday, October 10th, 12:46 A.M.