To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern, this life is but a dream,

A taxing picture show which shows the wrath of certainty,

Yet, if you’re not distressed by all the rest that’s not foreseen,

Then beg I do, that you review the gist of what it means.

To whom it may concern, seems Life is not for me,

Abandoned by the bough I’ve fallen farthest from the tree,

But should your heart request to mend the mess of your decree,

Then hark, I pray, you reinstate the gift of love to thee,

For in this darkened light which hides the death of life in me,

I’ve struggled to ignite the dampened plight of Love’s disease,

And if I cannot find the undefined in your hearts beat,

Then, thus I fear the Cure is here and Death – The Go-between.