In the music
I allowed my soul
To drift
Knowing it might
Separate me from
Reality.
In my dream
I allowed my soul
To roam,
Knowing I might
Never find my way
Home.
In the poem
I allowed my soul
To fly,
Knowing I might
Forget why.
And in love
I allowed my soul
To fall,
Knowing I might
Never understand
At all.
