It Does Not Interest Me What You Do

I want to know what you ache for And if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing It doesn’t interest me how old you are I want to know if u'll risk looking like a fool for love For Ur dream, for the adventure of being alive It doesn’t interest me what planets are squiring your moon I want know if you have touched The centre of your own sorrow If you have been opened by life’s betrayals Or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain I want to know if you can sit with pain Mine or your own without moving to hide it, Fade it or fix it I want to know if you can be with joy Mine or your own If you can dance with the wilderness And let the ecstasy fill you to the tips Of your fingers and toes Without cautioning me to be careful To be realistic To remember the limitations of being human It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself If you can bear the accusations of betrayal And not betray your own soul If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy I want to know if you can live with failure Yours and mine And still stand on the edge of the lake and shout Yes!! It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair Weary and bruised to the bone And do what needs to be done It doesn’t interest me who you know Or how you came to be here I want to know if you’ll stand In the canter of the fire with me And not shrink back It doesn’t interest me where, or what or whom you studied with I want to know if you can sustain yourself What sustains you from the inside when all else falls apart I want to know if you can be alone With yourself And if you can truly like the company you keep in those empty moments...