Refrain

Can you hear the nagging refrain? It comes from the depth of my heart Where my hope found a good terrain Where my longing and fear start. Know I did my best to drown it out, To annihilate it, or to forget, But it comes back as an anguished shout Full of terrible pain and regret. It's like a mantra or a poor dream Waiting for the final fulfillment, Like variations on one theme With tones which are clear and vibrant. But perhaps you can't still hear it, Or perhaps it will never reach you, Or you'll take it as a joke or a wit For this refrain seems to be so untrue. So you may be utterly astonished To hear the sincere confession; The only truth that should be banished To non-existence – its destination.