My motives are petty
Yet, I need:
definition,
reckoning,
I need to be bitten fatally by:
the lure of the impossible,
the voice of the uncharted,
the tingling sensation inside
that tells me I must die from a single bite.
I want to clash with the universe,
Face it head-on,
Erupt with the forces of nature,
Collide with my own insanity,
Watch my veins burst with passion
Until I can hear my muse speaks to me like an unborn child.
To hell with the “intricate” details of life,
And its unwarranted promise,
I am not in the mood for constant battles with justice,
And the phony skepticism of the all too unfamiliar strangers
Who say that success is genetically predetermined…
Thus it is not meant for me,
Or that we are all bound to be inconceivably wrong
I want to clash with the universe,
Face it head-on,
Erupt with the forces of nature,
Collide with my own insanity,
Watch my veins burst with passion,
I WANT MORE!
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