so I ask Dear child, what is it you lust for?
I yearn for surrender, it is the only true act of self-defiance man has invented
The road is long but the paths leading up to it are unpredictable and I cannot bear to face it alone.
so tell me, dear child, what is your big secret?
The unquenchable desire to swim upstream against the currents
the resilient spirit to forge into the unknown. A voice to find
Perhaps, you’re an over-achiever, do what it is that pleases you then.
dark as the pleasures of the soul may be, reward yourself by any means possible
Maybe, I am. Most probably, I am not.
At least, I can afford to take a step back and look at the big picture
yes, at least I can give in to the ebbs that Neptune has cursed me with,
his uncanny gift of illusion
Alas, My escape. My fortress
Dear child and I hope you think of me the way I’m thinking about you.