You wanted me to drown in conflict,
To resolve the unresolvable
With only a slim chance at success.
So be it;
I give the mind to your madness.
But my hand I keep with your defiant,
The ones who gasp for breath,
Who want to be loved
Even briefly
By what they see
And what they know.
Yes, maybe I let my mind
Linger too long on the hand I held.
Maybe I wanted a few last breaths
before i drown.
Yet, the stormy surface sorrows
To keep us here
In struggle and separateness.
I must go now, dearest friend
To love that is madness,
Your beginning and my end.
