Multiple Choices

Is it in the lack of imagination,
rootless desperation
or simple suffocation
that my sadness resides?

The loneliness travels through the air
and an imaginary memory goes a thousand miles.

The distance between my heart and yours is infinite
But i refuse to believe I lost control.

It's in the patterns honey,
It's in the circles we trace
It's in the million faces you take
It's in my conviction that what I need is you.

Fair is to say that alter egos don't exist,
this is only between you and I,
and the million characters I take to represent you
and the smile on your face when you think I talk about you
and the different triggers that rush through my body
when I realize I might never have you.


It is the eternal search for
love
lust
provocations
desire
desperation

and the refusal to settle for anything less.