On the edge of losing all.
Having gained nothing, little will be lost.
Yet dreams come true, even when little has been gained.
For every breath has been a struggle to freedom.
A freedom that may never be attained, 
                      something to always be longed for.
Deeply whispered thoughts of undecent acts.
Of crazed & derelicted preachings, screaming.
Oh scary passions, ever deviantly glorious.

& yet...

To feed the poor.
To surrender to right.
To warm the cold.
To talk to the lonely.
To fill up their souls.
To love unconditionally.

&

To leave the rest alone.


Till next time.