To understand is a gift.
Understanding a situation,
Knowing what you must do.
Feeling what's around you.

But Hells fire is made of passion.
Thunder is made of pounding hearts.
Lightning is created when they collide.
And that's when understanding shifts.

I understand its wrong. Chaotic even. Destructive? But what can you do?
Can others make the choice for us?
Why can't we let go?

To be romantic is to promise spontaneity.
Candles and stars, moons and waves.
To be adventurous is to accept change.
Likes and dislikes, new hobbies and passions.

Lets the sparrow fly freely.
Let the sailor follow her.
Let the siren sing melodies.
Let the sailor join in song.