It's on me. Guilty for feeling. The weight of crises. Accepting some don't. Too heavy for some. Too constraining for them. They take a little. To know the limit.
Will I never again, Glow with expectation, Feel the touch of lightening. Will I never again, Be the one that wants, Be needed to fulfil. Will I never again, Be so close to perfect, Embraced in rich together. Will I never again, Feel the pull, To never end.
Side step, swoop under; Avoid the troubled heart of things; Cautious thoughts held inside; Not a maneuver, not a plan; Trembling, lying smile Playing at awkward lips. Searching eyes and busy hands; Trying to hide the known. How do you not look suspicious When caught solid.
Rush by with ease; Make a hasty move; What were you thinking? Letting the shine across the lawn in dewy night. No quiet can hide. Turn it out. Go to bed. Leave it alone. Pretend it's unknown. Never admit sin still done.
Just a few years, Not nearly enough. But it was my life. The time to which I always go. The time of which I dream. How could it be my world? So limited, so full. Just a bit of time. My purpose.