playing havoc in the heart..
and thoughts of long ago
forgetting seems just too hard..
i feel i want to let go..
of the rope in my hand
and fall weightless from the cliff face
and taste the freedom in my heart.
why?? to let go of your dreams?
why? do we feel ashamed to scream??
why do we want a world black and white?
because its hard to live in hues of confusing greyish lights..
it feels i have lost some key somewhere..
only to find it is in my hand..
again to disappear..
as the ghostly apparition grows stronger and stronger…
and the feeling completely lodged in the heart..
wait …and hold it…to keep it..
and strike when the iron is hot.