What right hath the world to make it’s demands on me? As it were I have mentioned it’s cold facet and madness.
We scramble to assemble order
throw arms into open borders.
The line between surrender
that would tear a soul asunder.
Have we the strength of mind
to lovingly give meaning and define?
What moves us from our place
so that we might longingly embrace;
The world without a single care.
When you find it meet me there.