Within the evenings call I hear you
The crest that lays across my breast
I hear about your story and want to know
My stories are raised within longing
Arms reach for expressions of truth
First there is my tale of wildness
An execution of expressions with trust
Now locked in words and thought
What will be our dance with my life?
Can I be able to hold my veracity in motion?
Dancing old familiar idioms locked in nonsense
Am I real or only hidden in a failsafe modal?
I’m part of my unleashing narrative.
Freely gathering life.
