Believe in the confidence that wills itself to take on desire
And all might be fine
But, allowing a moment to slip by,
Waiting for something better
Might just leave the soul hungry
Without knowing why
This ravenous soul hesitates when it should run
And sleeps when it should seek out the world
The sorrowful character wanders aimlessly
Or worse...
Led to the darkest valleys of the tallest mountains
Quickly, the memory of radiant sunrises become lost
With the serenity of the sun melting into the horizon.
Lost and famished
Beyond recovery
Death has come to resemble an ally.
But this soul is addicted to the soaking sound of desperation in the air
Singing songs that the spirit adores,
The tone, pitch, melody all perfect,
Tethered to my heart
So on the song plays
With my scampering soul
Desiring to believe in my confidence
And I might be fine.