I make my mark in the sand,
Reinforcing its implication with
Thoughts that supplant
My haggard wishes.
Time, she’s a wastin’,
And I grant no mercy tonight.
I hunger not for control,
But yearn for reconciliation
Between my heart and
Your mind.
It is a need to know
Condition,
My affliction.
By all that is
Sacred to me,
I invoke thee.
Do not falter
In your response.
Bind me
Once and for all,
Or
Turn your back
And set me
Free.
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