Cannot set my lonely heart free,
cannot fetter it in chains either.
It's bound to run amuck, you see,
I have my feelings to consider.
I love its escapades in secrecy,
once bland, now too much colour.
The senses hurt, now torment me,
but I welcome the ache, so tender.
Cannot count, the ways of my folly,
cannot resist, the sweet surrender.
Moments like this are rare. Just when I think life is settling into a monotone, it jumps out at me like Hobbes when Calvin returns home from school. Sure, I am going to get mauled but I love it.
Meeting an old friend, long walk in the park, pleasant conversation, laughing out aloud, taking my helmet off to ride the bike as the night breeze lifts my spirits, the smell of impending rain, bonding with my brother, chocolate chip ice cream. Seeing life from a perspective that I never would have. Kick me up the back side when I complain about my life.
Our mother is the darkness
we will live seeking light,
die as the light finds us.
Before we lose our wings
we will live happy as can be
die in the throes of pleasure
As our flights crash, smiles
will remain as pure, no cares
of unraveling life's mysteries.