Only will I ever be longing.
Watching you from afar.
Instead of being honest.
It's taking me apart.

Only will I ever be longing.
For something that isn't here.
My imagination sometimes brings me to tears.

A child in my hands.
A girl or a boy.
Streaming down my face.
Rivers of joy.

Out of breath I realize; screaming at the wall.
Only will I ever be longing.

For I cannot see past my flaws.
And therefore I will never reach the stars.
In turn I'll never escape the dark.
And I will never hold your heart in the palm of my hand.

Time is running out.

Like quicksand.

De-evolution to a primitive, animal-like state
While the sheep that they eat call it winning and great.

O, onward you go, sleepy sheep, with pride, to the slaughter
Pulling along with you your sons and your daughters.

Will you cry out, on that day, as loud as the Dominion will roar?
Will your weak voice be heard, or will it reach a closed door?

Cast off those shackles that tackle your mind and your heart,
But hurry, beloved readers, before they tear you apart.

Head of a bold pen
writing on a whim
with no deadline
Paper and lines
in front of your eyes
all of the time

**Creating this life