Desire…….Desire connected directly to my gut
My gut turns into hunger
The hunger begs for sin
And the sin leads to my death
Apple pie and cinnamon sugar sends a shock into my system
The medical scene has a name for it
And they call it diabetes
I guess you are no good for me?
Gluttony can never be satiated
A taste for the palette that begs for more
What are my wages for?
Why do I feel so guilty?
Was the sweat off my back not enough?
SO many questions and only my inner being has the manners to answer
What will I give up for the floating city over the capital of wrong and right?
I looked left but, my wings sung a song to me forcing me to believe that I was broken
So I gave up for a lie that told me I wasn’t worth it
True love is what formed my authentic purpose.
Desire… You are not enough
I am only to be merrily connected to a calling that could only be materialized by my one and only maker.
How will I know? I question myself about the places I am afraid to take the unrecognized next step
Fear, it will always lead us to where we should be
Desire…. You could never control me.