Loving You

What will be the reason for,
Underestimating freedom,
What will be the reason for,
Loving You.

What will be the end,
Of this continual tirade against destiny,
What will be the outcome of,
Loving You.

What will be the alternative,
Of sacrifice and sorrow,
What will be the punishment for,
Loving You.

What will be your answer,
To the questions of my heart,
What will be your retaliation for my,
Loving You.

What will be the history,
Of this unidentified love story,
What will be the moral of,
Loving You.

The Sands of Time

Here, there, everywhere,
The sands of time will fall,
The facts, the laughter, the fears, the hopes,
The sands will all fall off.

Times change as the master writes,
The fate of all in the soil,
The hopes, the fears will all come to naught,
As the game of life unfolds.

Coming perhaps from the attempt to feel,
All emotions of the soul,
One heart, one mind, one little thought,
Too much in too little time.

Maybe the game is all about,
Learning how it is to feel,
Perhaps the tremors will all come to rest,
When I finally cease to feel.