Away with checklists and knowing,
away with certainty, stoic insistence.
I’ve traveled the trail of logic, of sensibility, of all the things I
Wandering the darkness of others’ ideals
leaves me parched, aching for something,
Give me matted hair and scars,
give me smiles,
no matter how broken.
Show me the place where you quiver, the purity of your dreams
Give me the life in your veins, the unknown mysterium,
Help me find my own