Dear Lover, here we are.
Moving; going no where.
Stationary; under the same dying stars.
So much potential,
but starting to, again, lose it.
I know what is essential
and everyone keeps tugging me; they are pulling me.
I can not go in the direction
they would expect.
I am paitently brewing a resurrection.
Please have a little respect.
Give a little trust
and I will too, give some up.
I am not allowed to lust
because the truth will errupt
People...