h2>Dating : I’ve found myself, or just about, and now the journey begins
Through winding roads and quiet inns…
I’ve found myself, or just about, and now the journey begins
Through winding roads and quiet inns
I’m searching for something, but i’m never sure
If what I want is the core
Of my soul, of Love, my body
The deepest of all;
I know I’ll lose too much time looking for home
And I’ll find it on the shore of a place I won’t even know the name of
Or which I’ll forget in days or months, but years, yes
I’ll find it in a game of chess
In the bottom of a glass of whiskey
Still sober, however risky for my heart to still hang around
I’m searching now for something I already have
And I’m writing with my eyes closed
Nobody has held me close in months
And I’m waiting to get back to fifteen years old as if
As if things were easier because I thought they were
Being in love was as simple as that
And yet I feel so far away
And all I have is my reflection, lost, lost and god knows if I’ll ever find myself In those tired eyes
And that is the prize to know pour fin
Whether it’s my gender or the kin my soul was born from
Thousands of thousands of years ago, with the beginning of time, to the point Where gods were born see
Nothing looks quite right to me
You see it was not the sea who made me
But the earth,
We rose as trees and stopped with the shortest
Song already surging through our youngest bones, made to last centuries
Creatures of nature becoming
Screaming in our freedom, scream of the untamed unashamed sons of Bacchus
Together, loving and shouting and already dying
But joyous and inebriated on our man-made and god-envied ambrosia
Divine drink of madness
Daddy loves it, he could barely speak
We cry too see,
And demons cannot be
Anywhere near the gush I feel in me
I must sleep I suppose, sleep and dream
Dream of you, my family, my loves
Dream of someone to wake up to
Dream of the someone to show my secret place to
A meadow of daises that everyone knows
In the palm of my hand I shall hold them,
Secret and divine, will my loving be
For devotion never got me anywhere I needn’t go far
Follow me
In the woods the night is calmer, and the fire burns bright ’till dawn
Right back to my true form
The marble statue of a living faun?
