Wonder if done with intetion
A divine challenge to return
My great work in continuation
Your great reward to discern
A role to play – hardly a metaphor
With which I’ve barely come to terms
But long I have been training for
And that I’m only about to embrace
In danger and in sane
If someone told me, I wouldn’t believe
No going back and there’s no relief
What was coming, came
Now that I know you a bit
I can tell you will hate it
When I just cut to the chase
A sort of dirty work awaits
And should we arrive to the case
Any idea what you might stand against
In danger and in sane
If someone told me, I wouldn’t believe
No going back and there’s no relief
What was coming, came
Still fascinated having found you
And glad for the courage to have tried
Just wanted to say a solemn thank-you
And wish you to remain inspired
Not much longer I will think of you
And I’m expecting no response
As that is just the thing you do
But wonder where the compass points
Nothing to do but to forget
Without a thing to forgive
In the end indeed no regret
Even if you read this in disbelief
In danger and in sane
If someone told me, I wouldn’t believe
No going back and there’s no relief
What was coming, came
The soul has known the why long enough
Keeps reminding me with emergency
For the how I can only ask the devil
All in the right time but seeming latency