I Understand

The things we bury within our mind like a ravenous forager returning a find all the cracks between our multiple side along with the secrets we try to hide drowning in illusory shames false tide respectability can be a curse not being yourself is even worse to live a life that's not your choosing neglected in love and left for boozing rather ignored than regular bruising we all get just one short life at a time before our return to the eternal sublime just being yourself, enough mountain to climb can't lose yourself forever, in wondrous rhyme thoughts can have a solitary hold so take my hand, let's run, be bold I want to show you Love before death or old forget instructions, or father might scold we dream a story that deserves to be told the warmth I feel, just knowing you're there all that's against us, I'm tearing my hair your hand I desire, much more than air see, a storm always subsides, weather turns out fair so please kindly relinquish, any pent up despair you can't let go of hope or optimism living by someone else's mannerism Otherwise, you have lived your life inside a prison, forced to live inside a prism! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull