Dream Big

Dream Big

There you are, maybe, again, or at last

The wonder, the miracle, the match for to be

Could you be real, just to stay a little while forever

Or is it another challenge to test me, to be finally free

Good Lord, you know best, who I am, what I’ve been through

I’ve had way enough of the lectures of life for my taste now, you bet

Nevertheless, I know there is always more to learn, to discover, reveal

Nevertheless, I’d rather do not live another experience of grief or regret

I have come a long way to be here, to be aware, to be who I am to be now

That doesn’t mean I haven’t made stupid things, mistakes, foolish stuff

It does mean though that I’ve learned a lot, went through some hell

Went through a transformation, have had oohs and aahs enough

You ask me, could or would you have me just for your own

Honestly, I can say you couldn’t, neither would nor will

I just belong to live itself, love the whole world within

My heart is not "possessable", it’s independent, still

Still, I long to be connected to, I long to care

Still, there’s a place I’m looking for to be

My home, my heaven, my safe haven

My wonderful homecoming in me

I’m some exhausted to think

I’m not good enough, why

Hold under by complex

Behaving lowly or shy

I am rich as heaven

The kingdom per se

Not perfect, all right!

So what? Hey, hurray!

Wouldn’t it be hell for you

If I was, if it happened to be

Does it not make you human

As well, doesn’t it set you free

Hence, choose wisely your desire

Consider the angles you can accept

I do not intend to be used, tested, lost

Damned sure though I want to be kept

We’ll see if I will feel safe enough to give

Myself completely, maybe for the first

Time - it seems to be a good timing

Grand, maybe it will even rhyme

I am no kind of idiot, no fool

Furthermore, on that I plan

Please, be so kind, and nice

Appearing just wham-bam

On the other hand, I waited

This whole life long and ago

Some all is left yet, I'm glad

Maybe home we go, “Hi ho”

HC_Thiesgen

March 25, 2020

5:51 PM (CET)

Les Petites Mort's

Les Petites Mort's

It might be good to get to know each other

Before having whatsoever physical, oh so, touch

Things get often more complicated at some juncture

Inasmuch as emotions get a mite “too much”

It cocksurely shall not be dead precluded thereby

But it actually shouldn’t happen to be a happenstance

There is better none to speak of insecurity afore 

And no whatnot, like advances in advance

Commitments, yes, should be committed

In this erratic running run-up to the summit

Secrets should be disclosed beforehand

And scales' levels be in the plummet

Fortune is a fickle once in a while

Measures better not be beyond measure

What good are questions without any answers?

What good ALWAYS interrupted pleasure?

It very takes it out of me that kind of emotional shakiness

Not to know what someone upcoming will possibly feel

It's "La" iterated "Petite mort" with a difference

An unreal real REALITY really being unreal

What do we need to make things constantly worthwhile?

What is the essence of our frightening dismay?

What could give us some more comfort?

What are we not willing to pay?

It's exhausting, turning off and boring

This flip-flopping and swaying to and fro

I'm longing for connection without fail

Not challenged compulsion to let go

Will we continue living with spaced teeth?

Or will we live having instead of lacking punch

Will there be always be one flower at time

Or betimes other while some bunch

Don't give me silence, uninsured

Don't give me any longer such gaps

Give me an upheaved certainty

YES..., instead of perhaps

I'm not made of, no, no paper

I'm not made of any kind of wood

I can't make any promises either

Though if you would, I could

I like you, I trust you

I feel comfortable unsure

Please, be bold soon

Please, be PURE

HC_B - 30/09/15

[5:55 AM]