Part Two

A beat of the heart,

Golden chords connecting us

In an eternal tug of war.

A push and pull.

A want and need.

To see what I see.

Feel what I feel.

Determine whose desire is greater.

I’ve heard the grass is greener

Though I cannot say for myself.

I see the trees

And feel those binds

And draw ever nearer to those pastures.



A pressing call to better things

All tinged with coal

As shadows creep inside.

From seed to idea

To darkness with no silver lining.

Just that thread

And a constant yearning.

Damned from the start.

There is no crime in the desire,

Just the execution.

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