T H O S E - W I T H - W I N G S
What is desire? Horse of wild abandon, A gut, a dream; a fear? Can we be so careless to trust the pull - A draw that seems so dear. In the heart we think from, lust It may have been foretold. But how do we discover, honest lives amidst the moulds? Submit the feeling into the hands, Of deeply grafted meaning. I'm interested to expand, Audacity of this feeling Stepping into clouds of grey, This life now fully living; Confusing symptoms of past Left, now hearts are breathing.