When the door opens,
spitting rhymes as it creaks ajar
i will stand anxious in hopes that my opportunity has come.

I yearn to live atop a mountain
Overlooking the world.

Life would be quiet.

As I would share company with only but my lonely abode.

I would arise early in the morning to hear the scurrying of animals
and their love to be noticed
and their love to be left alone.

My fear would have stayed back with the door that led me to this.
I would be free.
I would not be imprisoned.
Just as the stars fight through darkness to be seen.
They are not imprisoned either.

When the door opens,
spitting rhymes as it creaks ajar
i will stand anxious in hopes that my opportunity has come.
Nature would suffocate me,
Blurring my old vision,
And defining a new unspeakable vision.

as I journey back into the depths of my memory
the sun begins to run away
and
the clouds start to loiter throughout the sky

I see glimpses of when you were all i thought I needed
and the short span of time that we were paralyzed in love
my fingers would tremble in your hands
and your lips would rotate this way and that
forming sentences that I had never wanted to hear

all I wanted was to be loved
but as I venture deeper and deeper into those memories,
It pains me to know
our definitions of love were so different
and so complex