Ochre

I get lost in your eyes.
They are a barren landscape.
Darker than all my suspicions.
Darker than me.

I stumble over this rocky terrain.
Distracted by all this beauty.
Eager to explore some more.

I get lost in your eyes.
They are a barren landscape.
Darker than all my inhibitions.
Darker than me.

I stumble onwards.
Though I am so very lost.
I stumble forwards.
Eager, so eager.

Bore into me as I bore into you.

I get lost in your eyes.
They are a barren landscape.
Darker than all my suspicions.
Darker than me.

I'm Not Yours / I Think.

I'm not yours.
I breathe all on my own.
I move all on my own.
I think, I think.

Are we all individual?
Or are we all predestined?
Have we all personage?
Are we predetermined?

This never ending circle...
Of love and greed and war.
Is it purely stressful?
Or is it spiritual?

I'm not yours.
I hear all on my own.
I feel all on my own.
I think. I think.

I'm not yours.
I breathe all on my own.
I move all on my own.
I think, I think.

I need to think.