You are merely another man to mirror my quest / Whereas I found myself lost in illusions, again..
How conflicting to be aware of the truth, though!
Is it your sincere curiosity, or the look in your eyes, / That still distracts me from my direction? / Is it the longing to be seen by you, / That makes me wonder about your heart?
I sense my own yearning to be experienced by you, / To color the pieces of self I collected / But why do I wander like this? / Is this what I have set myself up to in this life?
My love knows no restrictions, like it might ought to have / -But i do see the confusion inside me..
I’m swayed in between innocent maturity and forsaken morals -for yes, I’ve been there, and done that, / But I never cease to register the play within / -And I don’t want to be the actress of my ego!
Can I grow out of her?
Let me be as I need to be who’s evolving within the beat of this life..
You are merely another man to mirror my quest; / Still, I wish to know you.
What scares me the most:
Is this a selfish desire?