Fooled by love,
rather fooled by life
a maze to walk
seldom traversed
without the inevitable blank wall
tormenting befuddled mind.
Love is real.
Life is a hazy non-reality.
Trust the heart
for melodious, rhythmic beats
signal that
life is now
not some distant goal.
Love is around,
within awareness
find it
among sky, among trees
within *****, within
wombs.
Will you be worthy of love?
Rather will love be worthy of you?
Originally written in 2006. I have no idea what prompted it and I am not sure exactly what I was trying to say at the time.