I am protecting my heart
Because it won't be mine for long
I know that I cannot and do not want
To chart my life into boxes forever
I guess the goal is to remain myself
As I get swept off my feet continually
To allow that chemical imbalance
That is me to infuse with what
Is bigger than me
Be guided by what you get lost in

I can see how I will end up alone
Although at times on purpose hibernation
Needs to be (I need to be) and you or I
Or my center will come to me
Strict minuscule gardening or internal
Self-bartering
Organizing my boxes of ideas of what
Should be or 'what I want'
Congesting the pathways of sprawling madness
I will continue in my goals but only
To break myself for you
So I can offer my truest self
Which will not be mine for long