This some kind of strange glimmers with lambency And though I fear vulnerable transparency, There is no way I can slow the process of free falling
With a combustible self-esteem, reasoning confusion Trying to defend a fortress against amiable intrusion Yet Im wanting the invasion, with all its meaning.
Fluorescent emotions transgress an otherwise stalemate Of years of denial now determined coldness abates Leaving me washed up on the shore of uncertainty.
This some kind of strange grips me with intensity Driving my nights and turning my days, perplexity Confounds me and Im grappling its meaning.
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
