The Fuel

There's rocket fuel in my blood
There a jet in my veins 
There's something of the fire
That erases all the stains
And I may be an Aries
And that may account
For all the burning embers 
That I cannot make count 
Coz I'm living in the forest
Amid all the trees
And I catch the wind of air 
As it's blowing in the breeze
That a Libra might decide
Is just right to make a scene
But I'm only chancing my arm
I could never make a dream
Out of all the terrain
That earths me ever still
It was a Taurus girl
Who broke my holy will
And turned me into ashes
That I could never mend
So I turned off the faucet 
On the water tap of friend
That kept me like a Pieces 
Flowing in the stream 
But I'm always walking
On my own moonbeam
To find my destiny
Somewhere in the stars
Or just sit with you
As we're chasing cars
Around the streets that we know
That we grew up to be
I hope that you know
I love that you are free
Ever to move
To the beat of your own dance
I loved you like the ocean 
Before it learned to hold hands
With another drama
Somewhere in the Atlantic
I'm sorry if I'm awesome
And prone to the romantic
It's just I see a story 
In every pair of facts
As the dualistic opposites 
Make me wear different hats
So I can learn to be 
A truly transcendent foe
But I just hope you realise 
I don't want you to go 
Anywhere but home 
With me by your side
I hope you know I'm glad
You find something that abide
Amid the merry weather
Of another storm 
Don't you know that we're only
Taking shape or form
And there's something in the spirit
Or the ever present soul 
That speaks to all we were 
And that we could be whole
If we ever learn to figure out 
This old thing called life 
I don't know if I told you 
But I think I am his wife
In some alchemical way 
In the ether hanging low
I didn't run away
I just took things super slow
So that in the long run
I might look back and see
A life with all its twists and turns
That was just right for me
As I'm closing eyes and senses 
As I round out the night
What's a hundred years to do 
When it passes in the night? 

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