Hasten My Thoughts

Hasten my thoughts and quicken thy hand
Brusque by a flury of frivolous words
What is the message that I have heard

What fate awaits beyond
That sparkes imagination
Within the minds of man

For what hope springs forth
From thy gentle hand

Beneath the light of a frivolous sun
What hope shall shine

Beleaguered and belittled by fire
Complacent I've become
How meek am I

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