a prisoner of myself!
held captive by desires
that numbed my longing..
settling for second hand shoes,
and paths already forged..
convinced i was sacrificing
my spirit for my heart.
that wont fly anymore.
i’m too damned old to pretend,
even to myself.
though the man in the mirror
often disappoints me,
he is what he is!
this body beat down and worn,
this spirit demands its freedom.
love was never a light
you plugged in at night,
but a torch that burned
beyond all control…
a flame that makes its own way!