You are what you want
choosing your choices
Sometimes asking the
Wrong questions

I have no desires
To be drunk with my words
There is no peace
from its gaudiness

We are still true beings
Wanting only pure love
from souls with passions
who ask for more

We need each other
like water to the bridge
Though we try to cross
We sometimes fall

Dream your dreams
Sit amongst the treetops
Never looking down
For the fall is too short