Many years I’m touched it’s not enough
I’m involved, but I have not evolved
(I think I’m locked inside my head, but acting outside my desires)
Desires our fires, but embers have not fulfilled
A wake in the bend and soon the light will emerge in the ripples
(I think I’m learning I’m my lead)

Pleasing is displeasing, look at me now
I’m living fiction because to please everyone will never satisfy
(I think I’m learning I’m so different)

The light is manifesting and the waves are turning
Drop of light in a lens, I see myself through the lens
(I’m learning what I want from me, not somebody, but me)

The light in the tunnel is airy, but sharp in rays
A laser is pointing at love; Mysteriously, I’m in love
(I’m learning that my desires are unique- make me, my own)

It came one day, on a stage; music pranced through
A note boggles in me, and shakes my soul- it’s art
Writing, music, philosophy, ideas, and beauty
And I was soaked, in green;  
(I’m learning that I desire a musical life not a pleasing one)