I'm afraid to dream,
I'm afraid to hope,
I'm afraid to open my heart,
to want,
to need,
to love.
I know what is
but I'd rather not.
I know that nothing in life is permanent,
everything is always changing.
I hate it!
I hate knowing...
sometimes...
like now...
like with you…
like with love.
I want to promise you roses
that will intoxicate your life forever,
but I know I can't.
And I want you to hold me tight
and tell me you'll never let me go,
and for that to be true,
but I know it's not.
So what is?
What is the purpose?
What is this aching in my heart?
What is this yearning that I feel?
Why do I want you?
Why isn't it enough to be happy on my own,
to dance and play with my animals & spirit friends?
What is it that you've got?
What is it that you do?
Who is it that you are?
Who are you?