What is it, why is it
Imagination runs wild
Is it the touch, the rush
Energy, strength?

My life, my heart
In my head, in my blood

Yet I can feel
That tingle, excitement
From crown to ground

Not pursuing, but always alluring
Night dreaming, wake up breathing!

My life, my heart
In wake, I truly ache

Energies pass, thought created
Visual appearance not to blame?

Shaming, taming, the flow
Reaching out for me
Can not allow out of control

My life, my heart
Torn apart, yet still whole