Flighty heart
Insatiable, thirsts for adventure;
Never content,
To just be, and soak in
What is good, and what is Real.
Insatiable, thirsts for adventure;
Never content,
To just be, and soak in
What is good, and what is Real.
Instead, looks without.
Desires what I will not let it have,
I am aware of its masochism.
Desires what I will not let it have,
I am aware of its masochism.
And because I know:
Ignorance grants exoticity;
Distance imparts charm.
Ignorance grants exoticity;
Distance imparts charm.
I console, and remind it
That the forks in the road are too far
In the past.
That the forks in the road are too far
In the past.
But it won’t cease struggling.
The more I build walls, the more it complains
Like a canary in a cage
Thrashes more, the more it’s chained.
Like a canary in a cage
Thrashes more, the more it’s chained.
In trying to overreach,
Will fall.
Will ruin Reality in pursuit of Fantasy.
Will ruin me.
Will fall.
Will ruin Reality in pursuit of Fantasy.
Will ruin me.
…
Let logic wash over you,
And wrap you in a coldly comforting embrace
Preaching compromise.
And wrap you in a coldly comforting embrace
Preaching compromise.
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