Desire
A word so confused so wicked yet benign
With so many different meanings from pure love to crime
Brimming to the top with godliness so divine
Yet tearing up a body with one's nails just to dine
Aggression and fear, and hatred so fine
Ruthless and mad, oh a frenzy so blind
Pushing us to our roots, our instincts lost in time
Reliving the feelings of our ancestors in their prime
I smile at myself, me "one of a kind"
For I felt that control was my forte, my find
Never worried, cause I knew when my heart was crying
I could put up a facade misting out I was lying
Feeling pompous and proud of the grip on my mind
I suppressed the real desires for a life so sublime
Always crushing my wants like wheat in the grind
Showing a face to the world so distant from mine
But as I age, my eyes losing all their shine
No tears to be shed as the veins are drying
I choke down on my sobs, and think as I am dying
That I grounded myself when I could have been flying
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