Much of my energy is directed
Toward finding you again in my life,
And, it's not recently, I've detected
To cling to vagueness is self-imposed strife.
Yet I hold on, despite psychics' advice
To let go of the things causing the blocks,
But Love's no more a thing than thought's a vice,
So I mentally kiss the hand that balks.
Inexorably, the decision's made,
But I can't help feeling a faith in hope;
My dreams flow too fast for Fate to evade
For long the grasp of my desire's scope,
But the woulds of pursuit have grown thick fears,
For it has already been many years.