There is a need for change,
a yearning to be addressed.
A passion that needs seducing.
A life seeking alteration.
I close my eyes and I see a distant future, a possible dimension of happiness and raw passion.
And this all happens in the house of my father, under the watchful eye of big brother.
In the blink of an eye I dream and
live a lifetime
before I awake to the reality of minutes past.
I live more lifetimes in hidden minutes than hours in this sadden reality.
There must be a way to stir the pot.
There has to be an exit, un sortie.. to the potentials of this life and into the beginnings of one that tingles my skin to excitement.
There has to be more than.... just this.