Taunted by unseen forces
I am powerless to extremes
Why shall I be forsaken
In my lucid lover’s dream?

In cognitive slumber
I live a life of grief
I play the easy plunder
And await my special thief...

I see our world
Through enlightened eyes
I know my heart is not divine
The paths of love
Tear through the mind...

Chasing her, I dread the voice
That wakes me when I tire
Beckoning me to pace myself
And seek unknown desires...

The trespasses of one’s heart
Are far beyond the soul
Thus ‘tis the larger part
That I may never know