My end…my means...

Desires latent in the breast

pounding with heaven’s heart,

Dreams awake refusing rest

are sounding in the dark.

This cold place drowns the soul

and robs the fertile mind,

Trading wonder for control

adventures for more time.

What is living without the thrill

of giving up the right,

To see what lies beyond the hill,

to step into the night.

May my life begin today

with eyes fixed on the dream,

Of turning problems into play,

My end into my means.