should I mock you
or weep with you
such an innocent little fool you are!
in the whirlwinds of storm,
you withstood the freezing cold
in the heat of blazing fire,
you got pricked by thorns
knowing well whats coming next
you still teeter along!
with this tenderness, this strength
fearlessness and this craziness
I give you reasons
but you throw them away
I try to sit you down
but you want to break into dance and sway
ah what was whispered to you
that you’ve grown these wings
which nectar once quenched your thirst
that you run around looking for sweetness
what image do you behold
whose beauty makes you wild in ecstasy
only if someday I could trick you
into believing me
only if one day, I could show you the difference
between the black and gold
the pieces and the whole
if that day comes
would you still bother to keep beating?
would you still care to keep loving?