I am full of urge and desire,
My empty bed, my weary heart aches.
Love is not within my reach at the moment... but soon.
It's the trees that reach for the sky and cannot reach the clouds.
The sun is a comfort and the moon is a threat.
the proclivities of the day pose threat to wanton desires.
to challenge ones self with the unknown and the possibility can cause pain and doubt and yet,
"What if" is the question that most of us are compelled to try to answer.
In it's simplest form, "what if" can crumble foundations and grow the eye of the storm.
My empty bed, my weary heart aches.
Love is not within my reach at the moment... but soon.
It's the trees that reach for the sky and cannot reach the clouds.
The sun is a comfort and the moon is a threat.
the proclivities of the day pose threat to wanton desires.
to challenge ones self with the unknown and the possibility can cause pain and doubt and yet,
"What if" is the question that most of us are compelled to try to answer.
In it's simplest form, "what if" can crumble foundations and grow the eye of the storm.
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