A deep thread pulls me
somewhere between heart and logic
the thread loses its touch
and my feelings I clutch
To hold and behold
what I have done
The pain's deep within
and the thread still pulls
re-assuring me
guiding me
The other soul I search
More often than not in my own fantasy world
lined with glasses on brick walls
The strength intertwined with weakness
The hole lined with a silver thread
The shadow on a dark night
where my heart is still on my sleeve
Throbbing with life
uncrushed
at peace without a rebel
There is so much in the past
And so much more is yet to come
The present is a passing glory
and the picture is still getting clearer
Of life, of love, of God, of everything
The other soul I search
More often than not in my own fantasy world
