What will make me come alive?
How will I burn ever bright?
With this constant overdrive
Bathing in Creation’s light

From nights of innocent bliss
Blood, sweat, tears, passionate cries
The throes that follow’d tenderness
Products of love’s sweetest lies

Through dark hours I’d still sing
And still I fought the good fight
Hung on restless hopes to bring
Birth to a brand new day’s light

Pursuing true happiness
Undeterred in its method
Create at any and all costs
Even if you end up dead

May 2, 2018 / April 22, 2021