Intoxicated with desires...YET...Sober in satisfaction - so certain days I look at life as a distraction,
Wanted dead or alive by every law of attraction,
A fugitive of love who started to lose traction,
On what little HUEman interaction that remained, and those only survived because they were maintained,...better yet chained to a heart that was once restrained and borderline drained,
Leaking....I stained - every shirt I ever wore, because I wear my heart on my sleeve...even after it tore,
I felt like an eagle who couldn't soar, or a lion who couldn't roar,
A pioneer with nothing new to explore,
Perhaps that can account for the civil war - between my heart and mind,...both for years have refused to align,
Luckily for me this war is benign,
It's outcome will help refine and define me,
Until then...you'll know where to find me!!
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