What happens when your mind had fooled you, that you, you are in love?
First, you’re driven with purpose and passion and faith, in what you believe in, in the unknown, even on the great.
Two takes you further than you thought you have ever gone. Maybe, just maybe, the impossible can be won.
Three, leaves you hanging but still gives you a taste of sweet honey.
Four, gets you thinking hey maybe cake isn’t best? Maybe it wont sustain? Maybe it wasn’t meant to be?
Five brings new found knowledge of, but it is the best! it has to be.. it does sustain! it had so far. And it’s meant to be! isn’t it?
Six is a downer. Reality hits and you wish you’ve never loved. You wish all you ever had was anything but it.
But even after centuries, life doesn’t seem to work that way now does it?
Human nature never changes, it’s behaviour floats around and in a blend of shadowed minds and blinded hearts tosses the dice of six sides, only to end up back in square one.

I’ve taken the plunge. The full thing. No stone undone. No strings attached. What now? Complete and utter faith, says the soul.
I’ve taken the plunge. The full thing. No stone undone. No strings attached. What now? Failure and brokenness is all that’s left, says the heart.
I’ve taken the plunge. The full thing. No stone undone. No strings attached. What now? Your preconceived plan will unravel in time, says the mind.
I’ve taken the plunge. The full thing. No stone undone. No strings attached. What now? A hopeless and devoid state of life, says the body.
I’ve taken the plunge. The full thing. No stone undone. No strings attached. What now? What now? What now?

Would you ever give up, known happiness?
In the hopes of a kind that will sustain you longer?
Only to bring every bit of you through a shredder.
And you’re left broken and tattered.
Would you ever give up, something known?
In faith you’ll be given the better, from the unknown?
Would you give up, pure love?
For one you thought to be more true?
Would you give up?

The tighter you hold, the further it goes.
You’re deep in love, deep in ****.
But what’s holding your heart?
Your mind, your soul, your spirit.
No not a boy, not even a man.
No not a story, not even a chapter.
No not a letter, not even a word.
No it’s nothing, not a single thing?
At least not a thing to grasp,
By this vast, passing world,
Of vain ambitions and strife.
It was a moment, that made things seem right.
Can’t be caught through a lens
Or penned by ink
Or spoken through a voice, as you would think.
It’s a moment and you let it pass by.

What I want is a traveller.
No, not even a traveller who goes the further distance, for the longest time.
Just one who will be willing to cover miles and spend endless seconds with me.
What I want is a thinker.
No not even the deepest or the wildest of spectrum.
Just one who’ll broaden mine.
What I want is a fighter.
No not even the strongest, toughest or best at battle.
Just one day who won’t allow me to forget the purpose of fighting.
What I want is a believer.
But no, not one of little.
But one who’ll crack perspectives, defy gravity, induce love, dance in storms and build dams in deserts.

Always know there’s room to grow
And God will walk with you, through every storm.
Through seas of turbulence and deserts dry.
He’s your constant, when everything’s changing.
He’s the rock that can never be shaken.