What is this hesitation?
Slowly turning machinations,
The adult mind builds seperation,
Between control and our elation.
What happens to us,
As we age?
Passion falters,
As we fight our rage.
Where does our unrequited,
Selfless love of everything,
Become so undelighted?
A daily unconvincing fling.
When do we stop caring,
About what our hearts would say?
And become so far less daring,
Start to push others away.
Our lessons on the path,
Have taught us so much pain.
Man's unforgiving wrath,
Has left us in the rain.
So we warm our hearts with walls,
And keep them safely sheltered.
But when a lover calls,
Our hearts will slowly swelter.
If the walls stand around,
To protect a heart on fire,
It will never again be found,
Burned up in all our ire.
But the walls of trust are strong,
And cannot be broken down.
Like the beauty in a song,
They hide behind a sound.
The sound of our wills,
Giving way to our walls.
The sound of mistrust fills,
This world with passion's falls.
It keeps us from remembering,
Who we are and why we live.
Our distrust is dismembering,
Any good will that we give.
We gave up hope on love,
In that fabled long ago.
A story from above,
Is the only thing we know.
We hold it close to us,
It reminds us of a child.
How we felt so long ago,
When our hearts were all but wild.
Do not let that passion,
Be swallowed by reservations.
We all have known compassion,
But truth is revelation.
What an irony it is,
That we need love to feel safe,
Yet refuse to give it up,
When we all see so much hate.
We refuse to see the truth,
Though it's right there in our face...
