how easily I turned with the world dancing under my stumbling feet
like a skittish horse, believing in my own myth
but never really knowing what I wanted to begin with.
Hungry for the weight of reasons I could never bear,
to hold me in the way of what God never would.
to know how good wrong could feel
and be scarred by the light
of what omnipotence really means
We can start again,
each second another chance for loves heart to beat,
life deep and sweet
pressed into this skin
wearing 7 billion faces
each and every none of them like me