I don't actually know
We think we are so very clever
We think we know how to be
So much more than we are
I might love
But is it a foolish desire
Or have I learned the meaning of love
What is there for anyone
But the world that offers
So many intimacies
So many false legacies
Who are we, anyhow?
Are we meant to know
Are we meant to grow?
I give up
I found love and that's so much more
That my heart burns fire at the core
I care less about the words
That we linger upon
We are alive
Because we love
We will survive
Even if we do not get enough
Of what was given
