Singularly focusing on the unknown is how our ambitious & lost souls roam.
Love’s touch is eternal, but the thought of slowing down = the same response in more than one tongue: No.
No because we are forever on the go…
Loving the potential thought of it all, but personal commitments force you to withdraw.
Subservient to the irony of the Drive; continually creeping or verging on the edge, hoping to exchange madness for greatness, watching minutes move the hour hand… A micro view of life’s proverbial quicksand… Hearts distraught for naught! Faded: That hue of the real you is simply going, going, gone.
Pushing away simplicity for complexity:
Away we say! Marred in self-admiration & dedication; we tell love to comeback on another day.
Shooting star in the middle night is all you are. Chasing you on an endless loop, I reach out to grasp and hold, but fail to ever connect: I cannot reach that far.
So just go.