I dream of a love that can be touched,
Where the memories will speak themselves,
And see my playground of thoughts filled with you.
The sense of touch that I try to coax from you,
And these penned up cravings that keep me caged,
Make part of me feel inadequate.
You molded me to suit your wishes,
And I traversed the landscape of reality in pace with you,
Yet you torture me to be like anyone,
How can I be someone when I am but One.
A pity that you never understood me,
And never released the beast that prowls inside my soul.
A line of maturity that keeps you safe,
But it kills your very joy to live.
A rule of thumb that governs our life,
It is not for me, I hope you get,
That I don’t bend to rules, and I always run,
To get a peaceful whiff, in this crazy life,
Of joy and peace, in a place they are found.
We are never, ever alike, but we need each other,
To get across this burning bridge,
Where we can find what is hidden and bound,
Of a soul that lingers and finally finds it’s voice.
A society that that treads us under its boots,
That wrings out tears from worn out eyes,
It’s high time for you to realize,
We can do what we want with our own damn life.
Release me from the treacherous thoughts of multitudes,
And it’s painful lies, and the need to conform,
Let me live in my own Cathedral,
Of which I am God and also his Son.
One day you will come seeking me,
There will always be a place for you,
Not on the bench nor on the dais,
But deep within the core of my heart,
Where I toil myself day and night,
To keep it ready for the day of your visit.