Do not consume me for I cannot bear it
Just as the moon holds sway of the tides,
So it is as this contentious concept laps against my mind
Sifting through the possibilities,
I am stripped across the sandy shore,
Held fast to wayward hands
Consciously drawn to my desires,
Colliding into illusions
Compile a craft to sail me above this confusion
To be defeated by far away forces or triumph o’er the seas
For this is the risk of freedom
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
Do not consume me for I cannot bear it
Just as the moon holds sway of the tides,
So it is as this contentious concept laps against my mind
Sifting through the possibilities,
I am stripped across the sandy shore,
Held fast to wayward hands
Consciously drawn to my desires,
Colliding into illusions
Compile a craft to sail me above this confusion
To be defeated by far away forces or triumph o’er the seas
For this is the risk of freedom