A Songwriter's Poem

To prolong the madness within this sacred heart,

Is having no dreams to promote or to judge.

If love is a lie hidden behind those faulty treason,

Then a tree is a bark without it's summer season.

Standing on a sea or hanging by a rope,

Having to wait for a glimpse of hope,

Upon the first sight without moving a finger,

Is a ruse that endeavors love from hunger.

If a leaf is composed of my blood & my rage,

Then a heart is built to wither from age.

Believing from quoting is a composing recital

Stopping the gush of love & desire.

I grew & outlast from trials & pain,

But never a reason to stop being sane.

For setting my path is a permanent ambition,

A path I consider my biggest oblation.

Mark my amends, my laws & my goals,

For I am at haul with emotions & flaws.

Create some distance or even build a wall,

I am at peace with my lover & soul.